All English Sonnets
I had a lofty dream; my each attempt,
I tailored to this dream’s peculiar needs.
But I was so unworldly and unkempt,
You made a lengthy list of my misdeeds.
You never failed to flaunt it to my face.
And call me family’ failure and disgrace.
In spite of this unfair, taunt and blame
I went a head and made myself a name.
The name below which every one has basked,
Penury is forgotten and forsaken,
But I am now mysteriously mistaken,
As God’s darling, lucky, easily tasked.
Ah! Papa, why you failed to appreciate,
That I was not a zombie, insensate.