Sonnet 1
It is as fast as lightning,
And you never know when or where it is occurring.
You are told about it, what a bore,
But soon you'll be at it's door.
You might bawl,
But it comes for us all.
You should not fret,
Because I would bet,
That it will not hurt,
And it will be curt.
So don't you worry,
There's no need to hurry
Someday the world will stop,
But don't stop, you haven't reached the top
Copyright © David Ashby | Year Posted 2020
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