Titus Llewellyn Poet Rhyme

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.

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