Jonathan ROBIN (22 September / London)
Sunday preferred? Absurd! Who heard such thing
Unless one feels that life is regimented
Not by bliss met, kiss met, Fate's golden ring
Daily displayed, by nights' dreams supplemented.
All life is gift, why shift perspective, sing
Your Sunday 'freedom' when all's in the mind?
Spell out belief joy rests in everything
Untrammelled by old almanacs and find
New insight into all life's leaves may bring,
Despising those some calendar proclaims
As 'rest'! What's best is Carpe Diem! Wing,
Youth, through each day ignoring 'weak end' frames.
Sun shines through time to rhyme this sonnet's flow.
Day is today! There's little left to know!
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