All English Sonnets
Few hale your moments from the world’s turmoil,
Are everything that from this life. I gain,
I treasure them with love, when I toil,
And delve in daily chores- I retain.
A sense of balance and remain unharmed,
By selfish vile routine of worldly deals,
These islands of privilege I have formed,
On endless sea of life. From them reels.
Defeated and deflated, hurt and stiff,
The retinue of failures. Retinue,
Of pleasure takes its place. Like a whiff,
Of smoke the pains are gone. Take a cue.
From my mud us operandi. For this life,
Consists of comprises of no peace, endless strife.