A Sonnet To Myself Looking In The Mirror In The Bathroom
Shall I compare thee to an Autumn morn, in ragged clothes all faded and worn?
The leaves have fallen the branches are weak, an effect more galling as the mirror can't speak.
Sometimes the seasons are most unkind, playing tricks with thine heart and with thine mind.
And oft is the case that age makes us blind, to the ones that we love, to whom that we bind.
By chance of age we become inclined, to lose all found to the grit and the grind.
Thrown asunder on unforgiving ground, accomp'nied by thunder, a furious sound.
So long as thoust breathe so long as thoust be, so long as I sing this song to thee
Thou shalst be what thou wants to be, it's a writer's poetic life for me. And thou shalst live on in the words that I write, to the end of all time, long into the night.
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Liam Ireland
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Comments (3)
Lol, this was awesomeeee! I loved it!
Haha don’t be too hard on yourself! Great job at the sonnet, I’ve not tried one as yet.
The title of this piece made me smile. I find myself thinking and reflecting a lot in the bathroom too. Lovely poem - you have a way with words!