The golden mean, the middle road
The golden mean, the middle road A yellow Mandevilla creeper on the front boundary of the author's home So said the prophet, In all things dear one The middle road is by far the safest When your heart is heavy with sorrow A little of a good wine shall banish it Too much of it on the other hand May destroy instead from words of King Solomon and also personal experience this a friend coveys A little of good food And you shall appreciate it Too much of it Will lead to sickness and pain A bit of exercise, will help the muscle tone Too much of it, and one might break a bone A little fame and name Shall honor you Too much of it And you shall lose your freedom To live freely, even to breathe In mother earth's joyous kingdom Too little of money And you shall be deprived of what you need Varying from situation to situation Just deprived or utter destitution Too much of money It shall be a burden and a frown