The Circus Poem by John Leroy Maxwell

Trip the light fantastic, with the nimble dancers,
and players on the stage of life
Be a part of the Covenire, who walk the
tight rope everyday
Trying to keep a balance between what is
good and what is evil
Juggling your thoughts, trying hard to
maintain a rhythmic toss up of priorities
The Clowns now are spinning props, trying
to divert and distract your conscience
While the acrobatics being performed,
tiptoe and tumble oneself into a sanguine
temperament of sagacity
Keep your mind and heart in cadence
with your body
Spinning and winning every challenge
you face, in the Circus of life