Today Was A Limerick Among Sonnets Poem by Vergil Tsubasa

Sitting on a faded couch, I hug my cup of tea

It's slowly getting colder out and no one's here with me

Filling up my head again with useless inquiry

We're biting down on sour apples, biding all our time

Counting up experience and trying to make it rhyme

You really shouldn't complain, I hear, It's really not so bad

Don't you have so many things that others never had?

Oh, but we shouldn't smile so much today, it's really not that good

Don't you also know the rich own things our family never could?

The dust that sets, the fighter jets, the winds and ocean rise

Charring roots, muddy boots, and futile compromise

Half an hour left till autumn's wintry flawless theft

Noticing a newborn name while mourning the bereft

Seamless cycles summersault so soon since Spring's pale sigh

One thing, next, unto another, hopelessly passed by