Pendulum

A pendulum carries all our deeds

Biding time holding their seeds

A harvest or famine, who’s to blame?

It’s exacting, and not an unfair game

Deeds are preceded by choice

It’s never wrong if we listen to the voice

The pendulum’s return is a reminder

What comes back can make us wiser

The pendulum is always on the move

Even if we’re still and disapprove

The past may catch up at an inopportune time

And it can take down achievements most sublime

The swing of the pendulum will stop

When expectations completely drop

Time will have no more seeds to sow

The future is no surprise when we’re in the know