Sonnet- The H.I.V. Victim

'Tis sad to see the H.I.V. victim, Bedridden lie, me1ting away like snow; And all the while, he knows his life is grim; As DEATH unfolds grimacingly, his FOE. Tho’ seemed life rosy just some months ago; One b1under made, threatens his 1ife somehow; It looks as if he fe1l down from a bough, A lethal fall that takes his life fast now. He knows the blunder made was very grave; No use, it is to fret and fume right now; Had he, his common-sense used, God him gave, Prematurely to Death, he need not bow. Fie, DEATH, unkindly thou now grabs his neck, When lies he, mental, physical, a wreck.