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Sonnet 37

Author: George Manos
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Sonnet 37
 
My life to time must bind its fate
That will leave behind this mortal shell
For which with eternity it has a date
My remains in some graveyard must dwell.
 
Some say that souls escape such ground
Consolation for trials endured in this temporal realm
But what is proof that new homes are found?
Even here the night the fairest day overwhelm.
 
But, so, too even winter may blow its coldest blast
And endless may seem its frozen reign
And yet comes spring to free us from its hold at last
So every year we know that spring will come again.
 
So time may take life's winter gales from me
But my warmest clime then found in eternity.
 
Or:
 
I wish the same hold true when my day ends
That faith, past time, the warmer season ends.
 
Or:
 
But, if seasons end or not, I will not know
Then better enjoy the warmer days before I go.
 


This article was published on:
3/27/2008 1:44:04 PM

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