Sonnet On The Thought Of Understanding

Sing oh soul within the darkness of life
Of that which mortals but speculate
Can be the definition of the fate
And cause of one embodied in the strife
Only you can understand what is rife
Within the one attached to you of late
And 'tis given you the keys of the gate
To announce with either trumpet or fife.

And I and mine will live in ignorance
In our isolation behind the mask
Which is sadly our own great mistake
For mortals are too often sycophants
To life and to fulfillment of the task
To notice what does lie before your rake.

~Michael Bahm~

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