Friday, February 7, 2014

A sonnet a day for February 2014 - day 7 - Swing

I write letters to myself about love
Stare into mirror long enough to see
How wonderful I am, how peace, how dove
I walk 'long the grass and sing with the bees

All this worry over time and money
These racing thoughts about death and life
Take time to laugh when nothing is funny
I'll marry myself and be my own wife

There are days that I smile. Sometimes I cry
I cannot explain this thing that goes on
Smiling one minute then dying to die
Some doctor a cure will stumble upon

Early morning now and I am at rest
Wake up in hours in prayer at my best

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