Sonnet A

If I were but to lie in hope

And watch the seasons as I lay

Flit beyond the eyes of scope

Watch and see another day

 

Then the reasons why we strive

Would be forgot and you would say

Grasp the moment you’re alive

Yet hope to see another day

 

Many folks just sit and stare

Mothballed rotting on their way

Rusting in the mouldy chair

Dusting off I should say

 

All of us must do the dance

All of us must take the chance

 

 

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