My Last Sonnet

My Last Sonnet Friends of yesteryears, so long ago Faded spirits often dance in disrepute, Sadly, the best of people that I know,- Tossed away honor in favor of the loot! Friends of yesteryears, now a dream Lingering ghosts racing deep in my head, Truly, walking dead or so it did seem,- Rambling where even angels fear to tread! My friends of yesteryears, know so well Courage I clung to from my great fears, Shame, the elixir of my darkest hell- Adding bitter salts to my dreaded tears! Ghosts of moments, set in hardened stone. Ghosts of moments, I must die all alone! Robert J. Lindley , 05-08-2015 Note: This is my last sonnet.. Written on the relationship I had with some very bad friends, over 40 years ago. All four of them have passed on now and trust me that is a blessing for this world.