Can a Rose be…
To gaze upon a life of dreams fulfilled
to count among the years, but common strife,
to be seen guileless but illusion filled,
One still can boast a full and wondrous life.
And yet the spur of youth was always there,
insuring years that held more promise still,
but now no hope of strength, nor skin so fair
can make the roles we choose an ease to fill.
The battle’s in the mind where thoughts are born.
Creases don’t halt the mischief in the eye,
And we are free, if from the mirror torn,
we love ourselves the same as time goes by.
The challenged life starts as the body fails.
Can a rose be yet treasured, as it pales?
Practice in writing a sonnet
alternate rhyme. ABAB, CDCD EFEF GG
Iambic pentameter
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