Sonnet: Life’s Pages Poem by Dr John Celes

Sonnet: Life’s Pages



Each day, a dawn, a page, all blank, I fill,
With worthwhile words, emerging from my heart;
And note the deeds I do to neighbors ill,
With pleasure, painstakingly on my part.

At times, my patience fails when I’m unkind;
My words can hurt and bleed the harmless most;
Misdeeds unruly targets soft can find;
I lose my mental balance and I boast.

Some days, the page remains all blank all day;
Past memories alive return and talk;
Surprises dot the page in strange a way;
My fears unknown and silent follies stalk.

Life’s pages pile into a heap so fast;
There is no time to delve upon the past.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 30-06-2015

Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shakil Ahmed 30 June 2015

life is full of hopes and works. there is no time to remember the past.

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Dr John Celes

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