Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Sonnet #1

I wish I knew why world moves so fast,

I can hardly seem to keep myself afloat.

(I) Know these bitter times, they cannot last,

(But) It seems as if I fell into a moat.

Do not dare think that I would sink to say

I would that I could shake this mortal coil

No, no, I'm not so sad at heart as they

who seem to think they could the devil foil.

What do I do to ease the pain of this,

this busy life, which rushes by with speed

as if it had great Hermes wings which kiss

the sky with grace, as it on wind does feed.

And though this frail frail life does pass me by,

I know that somewhere, up there in the sky,


God has his eye on me.





Stay tuned for "The Thursday Post", coming as soon as I'm able to make it happen.



-Joe

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