Sonnet 9

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How does one find the road he’s meant to take?
When will one know she’s chosen right and well?
Will he yet seen the signs, and his choice make?
Will she receive the answers she can’t tell?

I, too, am drowned by doubt and grayish thought:
What have I done that’s changed this world I see?
Is this what my creator, in me, sought?
Have I done anything but work for me?

I write these things upon a lonely page
Undoubtedly without a hope to be
Someone to change this growing earthly stage
About whom all would say, “Thank God for thee!”

I oft return to ponder thoughts like these
When wond’ring if I’ll yet the moment seize

Sonnet 8

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To ev’ryone whose life has twists and turns
To all whose troubles seem to swallow you
To each who can’t determine what to do
And ev’ry person whom for quiet yearns:

Belay the thoughts that beckon you to scream
O’ercome false wants of giving all up now
Stop spending time on why, and when, and how
And what the cruel world has against your dream

Look up to skies of blue and hear their song!
Listen to soft winds whisp’ring through the trees
See how clouds drift with ease upon the breeze
How winds take leaves and carry them along

And in those moments, pause and breathe and see:
The world can, in a second, make you free.

Ode to furry friends

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All praise to furry friends!
(The real ones, not “furries”)
They purr and my heart mends
They bark and I’m at ease

 Sometimes they poo inside
Or growl when they should not
But I just let it slide
Because they’ve my heart got

 These friends say ‘bye too young
They leave before their time
I think their song’s not sung
They still have lines to rhyme

 But we’ll see them once more
At least that’s what I pray
That they’ll be at the door
When I, too, reach my day.