Now time has wreaked its havoc on your youth

and spun its wrinkled web upon your face,

can you stand tall and face the bitter truth

of how you’ve run and won or lost the race?


What legacy shall stand for all those years;

what deeds and memories will you bequeath

to kith and kin that call themselves your peers,

who stand around the grave you lie beneath?


Will there be fond remembrance in their heart,

who shed such bitter tears at your demise?

Or simply by their duty play their part,

attending just for face in friendship’s guise?


Give of yourself before that mortal sleep,

for surely as you sow, so shall you reap.

NaPoWriMo Day 27

◄ Winter’s Chill

A Poem ►


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Laura Taylor

Mon 29th Apr 2019 12:17

Again, nothing but admiration. I was actually way too hungover on Saturday to write my own name, let alone learn how to write a sonnet and then write a bloody sonnet! ?

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John Coopey

Sun 28th Apr 2019 00:29

Cheer up, Trev. There's always next season.

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Jason Bayliss

Sat 27th Apr 2019 19:56

Very true. You shall reap as you sow. Love this Trevor. It's why I had to add you to my favourites.


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Sat 27th Apr 2019 19:43

Quality in the framing and a neatly executed piece of human nature encapsulated Trevor.


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Trevor Alexander

Sat 27th Apr 2019 16:49

Today's prompt was to use one of Shakespeare's sonnets to inspire a new poem. This is (very!) loosely inspired from Sonnet 2 "When forty winters shall besiege thy brow".

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