We were young, innocent and gaily free
Daily as we played this drunk would pass us by
But he'd stop and sing, 'Love And Poverty'
And we gleefully would join in the lullaby:
'Money makes Love shine, Money makes Love shine!
When Poverty stands at the door, Love mutters:
"Oh wretched Poverty, what filth and grime!"
When Poverty knocks, Love jumps with shivers.
When Poverty looks in, Love turns around her feet;
When Poverty walks in, Love flees through the back door.
Poverty and Love hardly do meet;
Ask estranged lovers if you want to know more.'
Seeing many a love gone sour, I recall the song:
The man for sure was drunk but he wasn't wrong.
Author notes
*English Sonnet*
A contest entry
- A Sonnet about Love or Nature by passim.
1000 points, ended August 8, 2007, 12 entries
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Comments
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I can see what you are trying to say here but I find the syllable count changed in places. This spoils the flow. Nice subject matter though. I liked the idea very much. Thank you for entering.
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