And Then Stupor Takes Over

You might perchance think: why this change of face, But things do change. Notso be from change free. Give me one chance; he pleaded, just one grace; Unable to think of life without me, He came up with this time-tested a plea: Time changes and I'd too— for my own sake. Look, my life's a golf ball hanging on tee, And agreed I, not sure though what it'd take. The life when lurks on point of no return, Oft turns, prodded by head, much less by heart, Nor yet knows what it wants, nor where to turn, And my life had become oh a push cart. You get when frozen snow sinks down lower, Chilly frost's felt and stupor takes over. ______________________________________________ Sonnets | 02.11.16 |