The balancing act
New Year's Eve how fine it was
Red wine and grilled meat
An exhibitionist dance alone
On wooden legs
Fell into a lake of wine almost
Drowned till someone pulled the plug
And he waded ashore to the strand of
Safe temperance
Today he sits in the corner of the restaurant
A plate of soup and a bottle of water
Around him, tables are full of revellers who
Try to stretch
The New Year Eve just a bit longer.
He looks at the people and wonders
Who will be alive next year?
Extreme of anything is dangerous. The great eastern philosopher had rightly said that always choose the Golden Middle path. The Balancing Act is an eye opener. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very wonderful drafting shared really as per your thought.10