Oranges and grapes refuse to grow in the cold.
Today I sing and dance, refuse to grow old.
Yet all the same, time is tyrant and ruthless,
Unfolds my wrinkling years, it is relentless.
Now and then the lots seem to be gentle and kind,
But alloyed with fate the somnambulist is blind.
Luck and fortuity might act as a soubrette,
Life spins our fate like roulette in a film set.
Still, let us drink to life, celebrate, and be glad,
Let us sing and dance today, refuse to be sad.
Oranges and grapes do not grow in the cold,
A warm wind ties ribbons to maple leaves of gold.
My love soars high above trees and towers,
Carries to my beloved a bouquet of flowers.
A beautiful poem...from an exceptionally talented poet and writer! ! All the best Debbie
a bouquet of flowers - love respect affection. good one, thanks.
Beautiful sonnet, and thanks for the note. I learned some things I didn't know about the number 14, and I taught math for a few years. I'm not familiar with Euler's totient function. I will have to look that up to see what it is. When I first read it I thought it said Euler's toilet function.
My love soars high above the trees and towers! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I REPEAT THE COMMENT OF DEBBIE LUXENBERG HERE: A beautiful poem...from an exceptionally talented poet and writer!
Beautiful sonneteering and lovely rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing
Still, let us drink to life, celebrate, and be glad, Let us sing and dance today, refuse to be sad. Oranges and grapes do not grow in the cold, A warm wind ties ribbons to maple leaves of gold. I LOVE SONNETS TECHNICALLY I KNOW FA BUT have composed a few loved by all u r a great sonneteer Sir ANOTHER CANADIEN BEING READ BY ALL KEEP AT IT OLD AGE IS A NUMBER ONLY
You have a heart for beautiful poetry. Brilliant composition.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem! I am a big fan :)