J. I. Thomas F. Poet Sonnet

Fading Glory

In the spring I was a hungry scholar,
caged ambition chained to life's cold machines,
striving to grow more vigorous, taller,
prepared to succeed by most any means.

On the cusp of summer, I make amends, 
forgiving myself for lapses and loss,
pretending the actions my being spends,
are worth something more than transient dross.

I cannot fool you if I can't convince,
myself that fair destiny holds her hand,
aloof, that somehow this game will make sense,
that I can someday take pride in my stand.

O dazzling spring, I could be anything!
O summer, how humble the anthem I sing.

14 August 2016

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The Grahamburglar August 17, 2016 at 9:08 PM This is great! I like pretty much all your stuff, but I think this may be one of my favorites. It's clever all the way through and those last two lines are a perfect way to close it out. Nicely done James, I'm very impressed with this one...and as someone who is still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up, I've certainly had my share of such summers. =) -G J. I. Thomas F. August 21, 2016 at 1:02 AM Many thanks!