Not my poem
I crossed that fine line between love and hate Only to find there was nothing new. No one changed for me, either way. So I walked on until I crossed the fine line between joy and sorrow, And again discovered nothing new. They still refused to change. So I struggled on until I crossed that ever fine line between life and death, And found my soul fresh and new. And realized, to late, that change only comes from within. ~Gail K. Beaudry