An English Sonnet to Mo Chroi



Mo Chroi, Mo Chroi. My dearest guide through life.

You keep this fool alive, safe and sound.

I regret, Mo Chroi, I have lived amongst such strife.

And to you my friend, it seems peace I have not found.

Your voice I do evoke, for I am lost.

I have strayed off the path and into the dark, cold night.

Wisdom and Intuition, both thrown aside and I have paid the highest cost.

Everything I do now, Mo Chroi, is now a futile fight.

Please come back to me, Mo Chroi, I feel like such a stranger.

Would you even recognize me now? It's been days, years.

Loneliness, it would seem, has let in danger.

As time goes by without you, Mo Chroi, I have no company but tears.

Mo Chroi, Mo Chroi. Happiness you're now bound.

Mo Chroi, Mo Chroi, my old friend re-found.