Sonnet 2

Shall I etch an image of innocence?

A sketch of a child, in unbending steel,

with permanent smile and dimpled appeal

enshrined in optimism's ignorance?

A paean to short-sighted indulgence

in fantastic dreams, and youth powered zeal

to carve a new path, away from the real

world of aged and bitter-sweet remembrance?

Better to portray a man of my years

on wear-shined leather scrap that is supple,

though tattered a bit at the edges;

than to hide, behind memory, the tears

of the past and attempt to uncouple

the folly of youth from lifes ravages.

 

 

 

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