When faced with (a) mid-life crisis, some middle-aged men buy a racy, red Corvette. I, however, am relegated to merely writing a Shakespearean sonnet (to console myself?).


Sonnet: “When I look on my life that's now half-spent”

When I look on my life that's now half-spent,
I sigh the loss of youth that's forever past,
wishing myself better Fortune's consent,
love, friends and wealth with naught to lose or waste
but for the mean expense of young love lost;
despising this, I oft' bemoan the loss
of vestal company's first time the most,
for matrons offend like mouldering moss;
which, like Time's sure, inexorable march;
destroys the juvenescence of life's spring
year by year till extinguishing Youth's torch,
a dead flame for which I am most desiring.
If I could live and love anew once more,
I'd not err this time and lay a rude whore.




Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-05-17 at 12:23

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Bibek
I like the sonnet form and how it fits well with a modern poem like yours. The meter's perfect, the rhythm's apt. The use of archaic words gives a certain Shakespearean flavor. The volta, the twist on the thirteenth line, along with the closing couplet made me smile. Wonderful work!

Bibek
2018-05-19


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
With writing, we can decide, to write, in the fast lane or the slow lane! Grant our selfs, to live on and on, yes live for ever! When in thousands of years time, know some one somewhere, will be reading our work. AS MANY read - Shakespeare - The Bard - lives!
Ken
2018-05-17


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Much more sensible than a racy red corvette, and the best way to allow feelings to run their course. The reaching of middle age does not extinguish that burning torch which might again find that dreaded and desired "love." Be careful what you wish for! :)
Ashe
2018-05-17