Life Is Rough When One Is Over The Hill (Italian Sonnet) Poem by Edwin Tanguma
Life Is Rough When One Is Over The Hill (Italian Sonnet)
Life Is Rough When One Is Over The Hill (Italian Sonnet)
My love for you burns hotter than a flame
A flame which not even water may quench
If life were not so cruel you’d be my wench
Yet it's cruelty of destiny to blame
When I say I love you I feel no shame
To those who threaten me I will not flinch
And if they torture me I will not wince
I will gain strength when I holler your name
Living without you in a world so cold
I am torn in two and my heart is still
My youth was fleeting and I have grown old
In my youth I had strength and I was bold
Life is rough when one is over the hill
Yet I am glad my soul has not been sold
. 9/5/2015
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5/7/2024 8:01:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes, it is a sonnet, and it's certainly not the worst one ever written; in fact I think it is very good. Correct number of lines, good rhyme scheme. Well done.