...in my twenties and thirties


(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCLVIII)


Oh sweet, drear Autumn hours! Mine cherished, dense
And moody blue racks yielding dim light's trail
To sheer foreboding, how I wish t'avail
Me of my youth! My father's house fr'intents
So free, I pranced through Fall with aught defense
In tow, likeas a princess, that detail
Of long plaid skirts wherein to traipse my bail;
How I do miss those years and sweet pretense!
What have I now? Like some cadaver, poor
As smiles and compliments, I wander through
These wastes of time a pris'ner waiting fer
My ticket to beyond. I've naught left to
Retain me here, and envy whom as twere
Leave ere I kin. Oh LORD, when? I wait You.

23Sep25