Imagine this poem as if it were a drama being performed on stage. I use metaphors extensively to illustrate the despair of growing old and being ignored .its almost a plea for longevity but the deaf and dumb only go about their silly chores. Its an outcry , an outrage about belonging.
I make no apologies for my deviation by NOT producing a pure sonnet. Therefore I introduced a CODA starting with " with what shall I beseech you..." using a 5 line verse before it then reverts back to the sonnet form
I hope that now more people can enjoy this constantly rewritten poem and that it clarifies the mud.Thank you for your long sufferance.
and post notes and photos about your poem like Jannie Breedt.