So don't say I did.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCMIV)
He said he rarely visits here, a sense
Of years 'go in my father's house to scale
Mine, where my brother said that too, in frail
'Scuse of my bedroom in the back, like hence
What, eh? Now tis an office I'm fr'intents
Late stationed in to serve, where that detail
So weirdly mimics home years ere. Derail
The thought of change, is't? Moving on's pretense?
I'm me, and situations but as twere
Repeat themselves; the hope of better through
The years a foolish thought. What do I do?
Or how look on the future when hope's poor,
Else not what I had thought? Bestir
Hope in the LORD, my soul. LORD, I need You.
22Dec25b
Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 11:17 AM UTC
So don't say I did.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCMIV)
He said he rarely visits here, a sense
Of years 'go in my father's house to scale
Mine, where my brother said that too, in frail
'Scuse of my bedroom in the back, like hence
What, eh? Now tis an office I'm fr'intents
Late stationed in to serve, where that detail
So weirdly mimics home years ere. Derail
The thought of change, is't? Moving on's pretense?
I'm me, and situations but as twere
Repeat themselves; the hope of better through
The years a foolish thought. What do I do?
Or how look on the future when hope's poor,
Else not what I had thought? Bestir
Hope in the LORD, my soul. LORD, I need You.
22Dec25b
Hint, hint: there are two different yet similar incidents which inspired this years, many years apart, the statement beginning this the key.
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