Sonnet: Things Have Their Right Places

Look not in garbage-cans for books anew; Wait not for buses in desolate roads; All morns don’t bring same breeze or rain or dew; No shoulder can carry increasing loads! No garbage should litter the house and streets; All rubbish goes into the right dust-bin; Invitees only enter any meets! The soul of man must have God’s grace, not sin! A burning candle must be held aloft; Children ought not to show monkey-faces; All human beings want a bed quite soft. We tend to keep all things in right places; Exposed to air, salt / sugar turn to lumps; Oh, Fie the world that throws new-born in dumps! Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-5-2006