All English Sonnets
Born in Nineteen forty (Thirty eight-
Is actual date of birth- to befool
The world, I slashed two years when in school)
I take my dossier, bring it up-to date.
Not much, one single item, but to add,
That I possess a pen which narrates,
The weakness which impairs, inculcates
A venom in narration. feeling sad,
My time is almost up, I am late,
Must in a moment bid my last adieu,
I work at feverish pace. Fortunate
I call myself and posterity too.
For with unwavering purpose – I create,
Before I die, melodious verses a few.