Moderation Ii Poem by Morgan Michaels

She might converse with angels
as with a fool or clown
and might well chat with blackguards
but turns their mischief down.

And she might now a dropp taste
but knows what a cork is for
for every dropp admitted
resisted a score score.

Wise men entertain her
and though she owns no home
is welcome at their tables
whereever she may roam.

Her eldest child is winter-born
his name is Industry
Her youngest, May-born Mercy mild,
who speaks best with her eyes.

Time but improves her-
she is easlier lovlier now
than when I introduced her
some twenty years ago.

Oh, I'm a rogue and a scoundrel
and a pleasure-driven fool
but I love Moderation
she is my clearest jewel!

I love you, Moderation
and mean to love you more
and if it's blessed I come to be
it's you I'll thank it for.