Abundance is a plight today-
indulgence, thought to cure our banes,
instead can cause vast disarray,
like quenching drought with too much rain.
A widow mourns and shuns her friends,
an over-treated youth, insane,
a lonely man shoots up and spends
existence blaming too much rain.
While moderation is the key,
the need for over-kill remains
a human foible fraught with glee,
while rivers flood with too much rain.
The cure for sadness isn't born
from opulence or pink Champagne;
we can't escape the past or scorn
with turgid love or too much rain.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many accompanied by his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.