A Sonnet in Iambic Pentameter on My Observations Of the World Now
My life, is great compared to some others,
There is no logic for me to worry,
I am loved by both father and mother,
Thanks to whom, I never need to hurry.
Yet I live in the world, surrounded by:
Sadness and anger, never a happy smile
There is always a problem in their eyes
The people scurry, never spare a while
Please hark! Dearest people, blind to my ways
Listen to me; don't look back, or ahead,
Never say "those were the days" YOU LIVE THE DAYS
We live today, please do not be mislead
Our homes, the world should be void of Aven
Build up your worlds for now, and try again