Further on in life, from cradle to youth.
A many wonder broods in quest for truth.
Met I a man whom none had known in life.
Espoused to life’s winter’s strife.
Desired to live and love- perhaps some fame.
In living few had known his name.
Not so in passing out, for death so famed is tooth.
To pass in pain was not my aim.
How can the dead be merry?- tombful shame.
Enjoy this living hour- become your dreams.
To die is not the loss but die to dreams.
Of greatness grasp and brightest clasp- to end.
My days in evil fiend and bend.
Before this shoel with empty bowl of fame.
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Dark Times (An Anthology of Acrosonnets)
PoetryDark times now lives. Lurking in the shadows. Trapped in poesy's leaves. Darts of fearful bows. Shielded by light's ray. Now let's begin to prey.
