Old Sonnets

December 9, 2022

We respect the old poets, each line that they wrote,
Like musical lyrics in need of a note.
We love the old verses, the crafting, the style,
They lodge in the heart and they stay for a while.

We quote the old sonnets, the stories they tell.
They roll off the lips and they linger so well.
My rhyme and my rhythm may be out of date,
Perhaps I’m old fashioned or born a bit late.

I waited quite late and I’m well past my prime,
But this is the season when I had the time,
Discovered my passion, now writing each day.
It gives me great pleasure, it’s my form of play.

If I choose the right words as I pen each refrain,
Perhaps a few lines of my rhymes will remain.