Don't ask me now cuz I don't know.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCDLXXXI)
Which day would ye have back? What years t'avail,
That ye pine so? What have ye here fr'intents,
Or whither do ye go that we from hence
Are scrambling all the time? Come, which detail?
I have since lo, my youth, been in this (frail
Though aught 'scuse) race to yonder with a sense
Of where I'm headed and some goal, whilst thence
Bedazzled and deceived til now all fail.
Was I too picky with my men? Why were
There none to take me for his wife or woo
And give me his dear ***** for in tour
Repose? I ne'er could have a child, then. Rue
My folly, yet remain confused? Bestir
Me to redeem the time, but LORD, where to?
12.Sep.23c
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 6:19 PM UTC
Don't ask me now cuz I don't know.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCDLXXXI)
Which day would ye have back? What years t'avail,
That ye pine so? What have ye here fr'intents,
Or whither do ye go that we from hence
Are scrambling all the time? Come, which detail?
I have since lo, my youth, been in this (frail
Though aught 'scuse) race to yonder with a sense
Of where I'm headed and some goal, whilst thence
Bedazzled and deceived til now all fail.
Was I too picky with my men? Why were
There none to take me for his wife or woo
And give me his dear ***** for in tour
Repose? I ne'er could have a child, then. Rue
My folly, yet remain confused? Bestir
Me to redeem the time, but LORD, where to?
12.Sep.23c
That's all. By now I truly have no idea.
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