Sonnet 3: Bitter Sweet Poem by Caleb Kanayo

I thread on autumn soil
Feeling the cold breeze
Without a sole on me
Skin white from autumn's sleaze
Now an opaque soul ascending with ease
Now in the ground to turn to coal
Now gone, still cold remembering the trees breeze
Let God mend my soul to tread on golden streets
Let men mend soles that won't fit my feats
Above the streets, the clouds I will seat
Me with care they did not treat
Then when I go and my father I meet
I'll remember life such a bitter sweet.