Sonnet 348 “Torch”
By David Palmer
Maple Valley, Washington
There was a time once in a golden age
When my world was young, dreams for the taking
That gold ring hung was there for the snatching
I’d remake this world, my turn center stage.
One fact overlooked, forgot to gauge
Those in the spotlight aren’t ready to yield
To a brash young kid just taking the field
Dreams crash and burn while we’re turning the page.
We’re tempted to settle, hope for the best
But dreams don’t lie dormant when heaven sent
We reformulate them with flair and zest
Not just for your lifetime, they’re only lent
Carry them forward and pass to the rest
Who relay that light, ‘til darkness we’ve bent.
© 2017 David W. Palmer
All intellectual property right retained by the author