When I Shall Someday Lay Under Frost On the Ground

When I Shall Someday Lay Under Frost On The Ground In with dead and dying leaves I pass my time Drink my strong coffee, write my truth, in rhyme, Without fear, and seeking no favor I dare tell That once covered within my hardened shell; Alas! My heart cries for much I would undo Lying to my sweet lover a dozen times two, Youthful drunken rages, bold ladies of the night; And such eager anticipation in brawling fights. Sometimes I wonder if, on all this I should dwell Bring back feelings of that dark and ancient hell Yet my mind and muse both gaily conspire Cry out, write this now, regardless of soul's ire. When I shall someday lay under frost on the ground. Pray these words serve others and some find profound. Robert J. Lindley, 6-14-2017 Sonnet - SUBJECT- ( Daring to Tell) Note - This sonnet was first written in my private journal back in 1983. I decided to edit it (heavily)and present it here today. I took out some very personal references of others I knew and had dealings with--shortened the original long poem down into a sonnet.