All English Sonnets
From time’s abysmal chasm- just a bit
Of length – our life, we get. Inadequate,
the bounties of this gift- we call in hate,
And stay bemoaning fate- abysmal pit,
Of shattered hopes. And how we here misfit.
What millionth part of time’s giant stride
Is life time for us humans. Let it ride
On prancing charger- as if lightening hit
Come, willy nilly on this charger sit
Like me. Which when I see in retrospect,
With dazzling brilliance my short span is lit
By love and faith you gave me and in fact,
Your very presence gifted me true grit,
With which I tackle life—remain intact.