All English Sonnets
The weary, dreary hours, out of which
Few fiery aspirations, when emerge,
And teeter, totter during this up surge,
True happiness appears with in reach.
But daily chores of living heavily press,
To push away the humans from the verge,
Of meaningful existence, rosy urge.,
Our feeling of disgust and deep distress.
Is accentuated, gory and unfair,
And within us up rises such despair,
We feel that our life is meaningless,
But if we shed our pity- slightly dare.
We can extract a meaning from this mess-
A measure of importance and success.