I can write a sonnet in a moment
and with that I pretty much sum my life.
I spot a comet in the firmament,
that bare covers wasted effort and strife.
I look at a life that is sore lacking,
and wonder at how I avoid substance.
I run to and fro without much slacking.
It is a cover for an empty dance.
I seem to be always pushing the edge.
I know well it is the wrong edge to push.
Rail against those who push me to the ledge,
knowing I gave a target ripe and lush.
I long to do work that is remembered,
live a life with no excuses tendered
Copyright © Mistycalpoet Oct. 2010.
maganda to lil sis... Ate Meg mo