Sonnet for Thyself

Updated: Aug 16, 2021

by Mister Victor


Attend that time, if ever that time come,

When I shall see thee smile upon a day

And wrest thyself from work’s vined scrum

And emancipate thy jaunty array.

But emails go unanswered as flotsam

And silent the telephone rings no more

And we your allies are pitched like jetsom

As dusty keepsakes behind shuttered doors.

But still we covet our enduring treasure

And memories of you gleam like the midnight moon

Brighter than the stars by any measure

And to thy laughter none are immune

So break thy spell that keeps you away

And slate a time for a merry field day

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