Out of Place (Sonnet No 5)

sonnet no 49 Her dowry brought a future with such wealth Lame sire as I have non to compensate, A pauper who has nothing but good health To eat the finest foods, regurgitate; Who hath not seen the light of day for years- I’m trapped in working class with friends so fine With lack of understanding Lords and Peers, Whose mother tongue was made from vintage wine, Though married life has brought with it much woe Then who said such is money, pride of place: Has taken second best, that’s what I know For something more, that money can’t replace Whilst wealth can least at first be pleasing some, There’s more to life, it’s working for a crumb.