No Thank's Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A glass so bright, a tempting gleam,
A whisper of a joyful dream.
But shadows hide behind the light,
And morning follows a restless night.

The first sip sings a siren's call,
A promise that I might not fall.
But memory warns, a gentle hand,
'The edge is near, understand.'

So, with a smile, I turn away,
And greet the dawn of a brand new day.
The only 'no' I need to say,
Is to the first, and walk away.

T.M.Solvang