551. Tears float in eyes, heart weeps

SONNET 551

By JH Sayyar

Tears float in eyes, heart weeps
Different thoughts float on mind
A terror in my poor soul creeps!
Sucks my blood, emotions grind
Time shakes my joints but soul:
Supports hope in my tough time;
But fails all times to find a goal
I never listen to revelry chime:
Tries nothing when luck shines
Man flies to sky with the wings
Made of gold; tall like the pines
Luck favors fools and soul sings

Do not waste time to find a goal!
Connect soul to God with Carole