Easy Does It Poem by John Sensele

Life is a cocktail
One second it gives delight
The next second it stings our tail
Snapping from us rays of light

Casting us into a confusion morass
Where with a little abandon we cry
If our eyes perceive the gangrene grass
Which by default try harder to fry

Our hope
Diverting our mind from the focus
We nurture on the slope
Which slants to point out the liberation locus

We require to regroup
Efforts in forts of progress
If we work as a unified group
To relieve from one another tonnes of stress.