Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther Poet Sonnet

My Life

My life
a thing untold
If I tied it in a knot 
Would I remember to remember 
Or forget that I forgot
Or I might be on trial for
Spite denial of my life for
The rest of my days with
The best of my ways 
In December I'll remember
On Christmas day of years  
Gone by I'll cry and sigh and 
Wipe a little tear from my eye
Would anyone ask why if they
Should spy will they see me weeping 
If they came a peeping, would they
Make spying a crime?  A crying shame?
The pain of a tear 
Cheer cheer
Is it sincere?
Fair flair my life, 
a thing unfolds

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