The Borderline Poem by Vera Sidhwa

The Edge


I was born between the edge,
And the operating table.
I laughed when I popped out,
And hugged the edge of my new world.

I drove to the edge of the cliff,
And I watched my car almost dangle.
It didn't fall of,
So it's body didn't mangle.

I left my college assignment,
Till the end of the day.
For that infarction,
I had to pay.

I think that living on the edge,
Is fun,
But having too much of it,
Leaves you nothing and none.