Twenty Sixteen
T The year without us asking His blessing
W We plucked the grapes for making some wine
E Everyone would soon start guessing
N None of us expecting such a decline
T Things went wrong and then Mother died
Y Year of our Lord this is not I cried
S Soon the fields were parched with drought
I Instead of rain our hearts cried out
X 'Xtremely hot and epidemic disease
T The money gets thin when crime gets fat
E Everyone seemed angry and impossible to please
E End this years destructive act
N Nearing the end I decided to change
( S )Spoilt my accrostic - a sonnet I claimed
Copyright © Jannie Breedt | Year Posted 2016
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