Classic Poem

God I think is a balancer,
And runs the World by compromise:
From brief observing I infer
His line of least resistance lies
Curving smoothly thro' the skies,
Forever mixing night and day,
With all that such a thing implies:
Myself, I go the easy way.

'Tis a good thing at times to fight:
To give a blow, and take a blow,
And hand it back with gathered might:
'Tis the bully plan of the World below:
And yet somehow as we older grow
We're not so keen for every fray:
We'd liefer miss than meet a foe:
Myself, I go the easy way.

Troubles a-plenty we may not pass:
Tangles too many we cannot untie:
And there's a pitiful end for us all, alas!
But we can slip round so much, if we try,
Or stay things off till by and by
We find they mostly are off to stay,
Or matter no more at all: that's why
Myself, I go the easy way.

And the value of laughter, the value of tears,
And the meaning of Life may be as it may:
In the bitter-sweet wisdom of later years
Myself, I go the easy way.