With respectful deference to and reverence of The Bard of Avon.

''Life, Ne'er the Primrose Path of Dalliance...'' (1st draft)

Life, ne'er the primrose path of dalliance
for me (and in league with this shady world),
like the accused who has no innocence,
fleeced me as my tribulations unfurled;
deprived and in disgrace with Fortune's eyes,
with all hope lost and none at all to care,
I implored heaven with my bootless cries,
and cursed my fate, crying to God in prayer,—
Who saw my afflictions and gave me rest
at last, as well as respite and reprieve:
all these blessings to which I can attest
that spring from His grace (in which I believe).
Tho' life's “a thief” and I was “his victim,”
God was there to “arrest and convict him!”

Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-11-23 at 22:33

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Great final couplet!