We glide through heaven daily,
Battered like a hot air balloon,
Swirled through lifes winds,
Thrown to and fro,
As the worlds zephyrs are thrown against us,
Heartbreaks and triumphs evolutions,
Air pressure in all directions agitated,
The beat of life is an ebb and flow,
No clear route is existent,
An ascent after a swoop,
And back again,
There’ll always be another climb,
So keep flying.
WorldofHarley 
True! We are tossed about and yet not stirred. Another excellent poem.
Peace to you my friend.
Oh yes, simply driftwood in the world. Thank you kindly!
The Oldschool Harlequin
A pleasure always.