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


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