Poetry Form: Shakesperean Sonnet
To convince myself -- a mortal am I:
I add the days up in seconds of time
My heartbeats counted, I let out a sigh;
An old man I feel -- yet still in my prime
My temple abused, I kissed ev'ry day
My angels I ask -- another sun to see
To be tucked in -- by Fathe Moon I pray;
Let me live on some borrowed time I plea
My life is too short, I should not complain
The time's now -- I should converse with my muse
Reconnect with my spirit -- use my brain
Record my life's rainbows and coloured hues
Give me another day is all I ask,
So I can peel off layers of my mask.
August 19, 2004


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