Were There Hope

I was never in a league of noble gentlemen
To whom she'd cast polite and flitting smiles, 
Only distant hope and dying dreams for me! 
Or perhaps descent into a game of wiles

To give a chance of sipping wine on heady nights
With her angelic presence to declare; 
Above, an aura playing out hypnotic hues, 
And I in awe of blonde cascades of hair.

But no! my tiring soul is sinking in a mire
To haunt me for an age and evermore, for
How could I expect to hold her silken hand
When I am but a soulless ghost of yore? 

Too Much of a Good Thing

‘Too much of a good thing may be bad'
As the old cliche' goes
So always do things in moderation
Just like The Lord of Heaven knows

The blessings of God are great
As anyone can clearly see
And when done in moderation
We all can live quite free

That's the common sense He gave us
Each and every one
So practice it in our own ways
And His blessings will fill our days

Now that does not mean to take
The middle of the road each time
That just means to do what's right
And give glory to His name

For one will get smashed standing
In the middle of the road
If one fails on which side to stand
At the very least when the Word is told