Sonnet#2

CATEGORY

life

 Like trees in the city

smile sadly upon their home,

Like a squirrel in those trees,

So deceived, wanders and roams,

As on thin ice a fat man skates,

yet glides safely from end to end,

As the crack beneath him awaits,

Yet breaks upon this thin-framed friend,

with the moon and sun in one sky

half the Earth in dark, half with not,

with autumn and spring at one time

half will grow, while the rest will not,

So I can find the good and bad;

So I am sane as well as mad.