Poem:

There’s no need at all

       to run,

When merely walking

       in the sun

Of life provides a wealth

        of fun.

But should there come

          a time to rush,

Or feel the bristle

            of the brush

Of stress and tension

               far too much,

Switch back to where

                the path is clear,

Where softer scenes

                  should reappear

In unpretentious

                    atmosphere.

The wide and unrestricted field

                      of moderation

Serves to yield

                        much power

No excess can wield,

                          when such excess

May fall a prey

                            to troubles

Drawn up in array

                             to hold a firm,

Decisive sway

                              o’er measures

Thickly overlaid with ostentaton

                                and parade,

And roles of grandeur

                                  overplayed.