Sonnet 19

No personal views today guys! K bought me a lovely present of Shakespeare For Every Day of the Year for getting my poem published online recently! I absolutely love it. I love Shakespeare and love reading and love her. I found one of his sonnets at the start and I think we could all take solace from it. Time marches on but we are alive now and forever through our stories and our rich lives.

Devouring Time, blunt thou the Lion’s paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood,
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce Tiger’s jaws,
And burn the long-liv’d Phoenix in her blood,
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet’st,
And do whate’er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets:
But I forbid thee one more heinous crime,
O carve not with the hours my love’s fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen,
Him in thy course untainted do allow,
For beauty’s pattern to succeeding men.
Yet do thy worst, old Time, despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever love young.

Stay safe and stay socially distant guys. Let’s keep our stories going a little bit longer.

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