Sonnet 21
Methinks my scale should not outweigh with spite
As balance should befriend the years I've prayed
To death;hello...and to my life, goodnight
Goodmorning Judge, how hath thy heart been weighed?
'Twas many a year ago my mind was bent
On burning bridges that belonged to peace
Thus my malevolent mind would earn its rent
By adding fuel to fire for flames to lease
But with good measure did I turn the cheek
And powder light upon faces unloved
For many and many years my tongue did speak
Wise words which walked on ears of all beloved
My Lord, may I enter thine gate with wings?
Les I'm condemned, and await hell that rings
Copyright © Johnny Sumler | Year Posted 2011
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