Sonnet I: My Life Poem

Tis impossible to write my life po'm.

Constantly I wonder why I try so.

My life will ne'er be as large as a tome.

But question begs still an answer to know.

The answer found me when sun hung so low

And I feared no answer I'd have for thee.

Please one moment of time I must borrow

And I shall now present th'answer to thee.

My life alone will write itself I see.

From me this po'm requires little effort.

Just that I live to th' fullest I be.

In lit or rhyme I needn't be expert.

     Just to live and to love as God loves me.

     So read and enjoy this bit of Posey.

This poem is about: 
Me
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741