The Master Juggler

Once in a while,
you go to the carnival,
you get a balloon (probably due to your child's begging),

and then you see the juggler...

This juggler juggles a brick,
a baseball bat,
and a bowling pin,
he doesn't take the easy route,
and just juggle bouncing balls...

My life is juggled all around,
with time for homework and studying,
orchestra and choir,
family and a minuscule social life,
mostly though, my life is dance...

Pointe class and technique as well as variations,
and a dance teacher screaming,
corrections every step of the way...

At night my dreams are filled,
filled with dreams of college,
and maybe someday dancing on Broadway...

Once in a while though,
I look back and consider the way my life would be,
if I didn't do everything I do now,
always though, in less then a second,
I snap back to the present,
and again and again realize,
I wouldn't trade my life for anything...

So at the end of the day,
when the Juggler's hands empty,
all I can think over and over,
is I thank you my muses for blessing me,
with my abilities in the arts,
I thank you muses for giving me balance,
and the ability to truly, be a master juggler.