All English Sonnets
That home becomes a lonely hermitage,
Where winner of the bread is criticized;
And recognizes that in middle age:
His actions are futile, unrecognized.
For him the unblemished sanctity.
Of family unit is severely harmed;
He loses independent entities;
And faces murder by the one’s he charmed.
When selfish expectations of his brood,
Revile his contribution. solitude,
Unwanted is his won’t. And no good,
To face this life is each vicissitude,
He surely finds that he is failure prone,
And like a hermit lonely, on his own.