yeng-yang

It was the day before Christmas,
and a few extra more,
and snowflakes were knocking at my door, 
beckoning me to take a walk with them.

And we did frolic and play throughout the day,
and walk the mile by mile,
though I took the time to shiver for a while,
as the frigid air did cut like knifes edge.

But hey, that’s OK, for it makes me know,
I am alive, and living in the realities,
of a world that could be so freezing cold.

For without the cold,
warmth could not be compared,
and snug as a bug, we would not know.

So I welcome the ying, til I find my yang,
as these colors seem black and white,

but the reality of it all,
is there are so many shades of gray,
we encounter throughout our day,
and these lives we live.

So without bitter
the sweetness would not be so appreciated,
as are so many things in life.

How could we ever hope to know
how good we have it
til we have had it so bad.