Sonnet: Vices

’Tis easy slipping down any ladder; ’Tis easy to tumble down the hillside; ’Tis easy to fall down from a tree-top; ’Tis easy to slip off footboard of bus. ’Tis hard to climb the rungs of Life’s- ladder ’Tis hard to ascend the steep mountain- side; ’Tis hard to climb the slippery tree-trunk ’Tis hard to keep Balance on alcohol! ’Tis hard to maintain virtues in one’s life; ’Tis hard to maintain the balance of mind; ’Tis hard to do just the good things in life; ’Tis hard to keep off from wine, women, sex. ’Tis easy to contract vices on Earth; ’Tis hard to shake them off, even by stealth.