SONNET 130
By JH Sayyar
Ah! When I see in the mirror of age,
I lost all but just lost days’ reflections,
Correct my thinking makes me a sage,
I do call it; the master of my actions.
Bitter and happy days of us remind!
Time captures all to make us wise,
It leaves happy days forever behind,
Sour days to teach; words memorize,
Always green counts age in the years,
Always fools live in the past days!
Always tears trap clever with fears,
Always wise men write God’s praise.
Man; a model of Super Being’s skill,
To fight evils; He puts His own will.
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