Craig Cornish Poet Sonnet

What are WE

The sepulcher within its confines hold
a withering shell where once a grand life spent
a journey both of joy and discontent -
of pain and love and stories left untold.
Too simple and complex I contemplate
mortality where souls are briefly weighed,
and conscience where the weight of sin is paid
against a deed of good that came too late.

So...what of death, a tax that must be paid,
and measured by the value of my worth?
It matters not - the plaintive cry "I tried"
when even that was honest truth betrayed.
Each day anew I celebrate my birth -
and not regret a humble life that died...

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Arlo Parker July 9, 2024 at 2:38 AM Quite a piece, CC. Worthy winner indeed. :o))

Regina Mcintosh July 8, 2024 at 10:14 PM Oh, wonderful writing. Enjoyed very much. It's so creative! God bless you, love, Gina

thriveni c mysore July 8, 2024 at 10:00 PM 'souls are weighed/ sin is paid' amazing philosophy dear poet. The thought of 'death as tax that must be paid' is overpowering. congratulations. Happy writing.

Frederic Parker July 8, 2024 at 3:49 PM only someone who not only lived a life but paid attention to the life they lived could write this poem of profound wisdom...

Ink Empress July 8, 2024 at 2:50 PM Profound and wise write that flows in such soulful cadence. This fits the picture of present times perfectly too and the ending lines are so powerful! I also love “ a journey both of joy and discontent - of pain and love and stories left untold” cycle of life well depicted! “ Each day anew I celebrate my birth - and not regret a humble life that died.” Inspiring mindset.You do sonnets very well dear craigsz in such eloquence! Pleasure reading this poetic gem!