Sonnets - Poem by Gerry Legister
The loss of memory is forgotten in the wind
the moment we die before our breathe falter,
we are a fading Spectator struggling to the end,
and life flushes out the things we cannot alter.
Stand to surrender and wave the battered flag,
on chosen fields of love serenade career misery,
some battles we win, but in others wearily drag,
our soul from the ground to win unlikely victory.
Taste the peace in whose arms we are thrown,
the lifeline we find a sonnet of solace to climb,
happier days of virtue spent recovering at home,
leave the cares and thoughts for others to find.
Adventurous world resign from gaining riches,
Embrace sonnets sense of peace and happiness.
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