As We Grow Old

Only mundane trappings have I to give To lure this goddess away from the crowd Oh, I was given but one life to live Let me live it with her before my shroud Green eyes and auburn hair - teeth of white pearl Great beauty exists in that simple face Grant me the time to explore this new world - And ponder in depth a veil with white lace I see in her eyes she doesn't belong Where wealth comes and goes with a smile and wink I am a pauper, have been all along But I am a lover more than you'd think Tell her of silver then tell her of gold Then,oh, let me love her as we grow old 7-8-19 Contest: Best Sonnet 2019 Sponsor: John Hamilton