Sonnet of Resignation

Almost all of us most likely live our Lives with a prosaic resignation Like the same sunset and bland moonrise hour Regardless of vast personal ocean The pen has to be in pocket as such  The shirt you bought for me has to be fine As always now too, I love you as much Our dreams have to be sweet although saline Ice in bones and static haemoglobin Wheels of carriage on accustomed railway Roads inside parks teem with spilling trash bin Trees and flowers surrender everyday Just come home with the full packet of pay Resigned to everydayness come what may _____________________________________________________________ 30/9/2016