Sonnet: My Childhood

I was not born with a fortune wholesome; Born nor was I, as the only son-child; Who cares if you are learned and handsome? This world cares for only wealth that is piled! Eighth son I’ as born of a teacher father; Honest, he was but never worldly-wise! So lucky was I, having a good mother; The best education, they gave as prize. I loved to work hard and do my duty; Rest was assured; God only was my Friend; I could not become rich- what a beauty! This was the way, my life I yearned to end. God gave me a great reward- that’s His Lute! I was to play it like a Bard so cute.