Different Passions Poem by Sandra Black

Passion is a rough heady mix
Overdose and you're in a fix
When is enough more than enough?
When is less, less but tough?

Passion rules for some
For some they play by the rules
Passion is for love
And love alone
For some its just a black stone

The stone that weighs down the neck
Of those who didn't heed the moral beck
Heady intoxicating stuff
More and more give me more buff
I can never have enough

Some see it mellow by age
Bask in its glory
And beautiful phase
Some seek it desperately
In passing ships and bright plumage

Some pleasure the hell out of life
Some just plod on until
Called for the next strife
A heavenly reward is promised to them
While others seek it here instead

A heart filled with stone he has
When Earthly pleasures he seeks alone
Patience is a virtuenot in his bone
Too long has she waited now she rests
He too sadly has failed the test