More Shakespeare's Sonnets
By Fox-Trot-9
Sonnet 62: Fair Youth
(Guilt 11)
At times, I used to think my life complete
In all the wayward glories of my ways;
Now I partake the sentence of the meek
And bear it out upon the death of days.
Perhaps you might observe I'm something odd,
For I was once as innocent as children,
Newly delivered by the hands of God,
Endowed with all the promises of heaven.
The gifts in which I reveled in delight
Have turned me t'wards the selfish will to power;
These former gifts have cursed me with the blight
To waste my days away upon the hour
I have transgressed the will of heaven's laws,
Revealing to the world my crimes and flaws.
(To be continued...)
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