I often wonder why I chose this path
Of countless deadlines too hard to repeat
And paper-writing and The Grapes of Wrath.
It’s so hard staying happy and upbeat.
I’ve learned to loathe the pen with reddened ink
That mocks my intellect’s so blatant lack
Of power and ability to think.
I know I’ll never get that lost sleep back.
But then I think I never want to trade
This major for another one at all.
My love for books and pen will never fade,
Not even should my grade-point-average fall.
An ardor once asleep is now awake,
And it will never die for money’s sake.
Author notes
This is a Shakespearean sonnet I wrote for bonus in my Intro to English Studies class. The only requirements were that we had to follow the rhyme scheme and write it in iambic pentameter. So, this is what came out of that. I hope you enjoy. ^_^
Please tell me what you think
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this is really good... with an undertone of humor... well done
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