Friday, January 13, 2006

Sonnet #26

O write me a verse for foolhardy men
Who behave as if lambs to the slaughter
Not able are they to pause now and then
And view their existence with laughter.
The greatest satire they would then observe:
The ceaseless complaints and churlish visage,
The good things they have but do not deserve,
The grasping for glory; that constant mirage.
When challenged such men may chortle and mock;
Bemused by the lack of enlightenment,
Or fly in a rage at being in the dock
Alas! It is they who lack discernment.
        The day you feel that praise is overdue
        First look ‘round for the joke may be on you.

Friday 13th January, 2006

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