It’s a funny world, this thing we call time.
The caterpillar anxious to grow up
Colorful lullabies with perfect rhymes
And sunny fields of blooming buttercups.
Anxiously filled with ambitious wishes
Reaching for the stars without any care
Past the mellow meadows, earthly riches
Forgetting the ones who were always there.
Too soon finales near in tattered ruins.
Unfinished business, secrets that aghast
Hearts painted bittersweet shades of maroon
Bruised by wilting thorn bushes of the past.
Truly live in today and tomorrow
By setting free yesterday’s hurt sorrow.
My first sonnet I wrote my sophomore year. Times were much simpler back then, and my writing was much more straightforward, with more tell than show. Please enjoy!