Sonnet #1 Poem by Ellen Mendez

All dust of memories bundle all knowledge
The world that gathered wealth; today and future
Forever life is full; satisfied, privilege
Running to the next, the next page of nature
Everyday we go, we rest, we laugh, we cry
That a day of search may not easy; sweat, pain
Wrinkles, rashes, in your face marked tiredness
In trail of trials; in prime we bow to gain
Lying down; take rest, eyes closed but mind open
Seeking a cure for burden, shield to protect
On what would happen next; recipient of the next
Pushing the door or great opportunity
Without knowing this could all be vanity
Beyond every corner, lies to tragedy