Poem

There’s no need at all to run

When merely walking in the sun

Of life provides a wealth of fun;

Should there come a time to rush

Or feel the bristle of the brush

Of stress and pressure far too much,

Return to where the path is clear,

Where softer scenes should reappear

In unpretentious atmosphere.

The wide and unrestricted field

Of moderation serves to yield

Power no excess can wield.

Unchecked, excess can fall prey

To troubles drawn up in array.

Holding an unpleasant sway

Over measures thickly overlaid

With ostentation and parade –

Roles of grandeour overplayed.