Sonnet - 138 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

If Errors by Fortune with Salt preserve
Thus from the Mind does my own Human rend
Be it for Cause or some aptly Deserve
Or blame my Genes from Ancestors descend
Else bribe my Heart convert to Easy Pay,
As paid by Debts I cannot Reimburse
Hence those Kick-backs will just Sour my Day
And mould this Diamond into a Curse
If when Conversion now pushes my Truth
As channelled springly with Saffron embark,
Becking the Wares to Encounter my Youth
And keep those Notes try Singing in the Dark.
Such penchant Summon delights my Esteem
And see the Gold now Worthy to Redeem.