Those Days Will Soon Be Gone [new sonnet]
You thought you could enjoy a quiet life
where no one whinged or got into your face.
You had forgotten global barbs are rife
and how this world’s well-nigh bereft of grace.
You made attempts to contemplate the sky,
the beauty of the cloud formations’ shroud.
But then some closed-up ones gave you the eye
and said to dream and long you’re not allowed.
And so a banner here of quiet joy
I raise, in memory of a swordless soul
who only sought love’s patience to deploy,
and solely had deep quietness as his goal.
How hard it is on earth to wake the dead.
(“Those days will soon be gone”, a strange voice said).
© Copyright, Alan Morrison, 2021
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The Naked Troubadour 
Sep 11, 2021 at 5:04 am
Exactly so. This is like a pre-lament warning. Seems like the only thing about being prescient is that one knows ahead of time. Not necessarily any perks there. In acceptance there is peace. So hard for so many that denial will turn into partytime which is insanity on steroids. So sad. But true!
Thanks for keeping the sonnet alive!
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