No matter what we are walking to the end
and it has been this way since the beginning.
The path does not wind and does not have a bend.
We don't know whether we're losing or winning.
St Peter stands his watch at the pearly gate
and I don't know if his book contains my name.
but if it does you know that I will feel great.
If it doesn't I've only myself to blame.
As fate has come closer I have slowed my pace
and I really wish that I could turn around.
I hope the good Lord will find a little grace
and not send me to the great dark underground.
Yet I must accept the coming of what may
and wherever Peter points I must obey.
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A contest entry
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Comments
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A Wonderful Sonnet...
...and a piece of wisdom for the ages. Your poem, "Come What May" speaks the truth and points the way toward an understanding of our fates. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with all of us, and best of luck to you!!! Peace, Cyn
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Very Good
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WoW
for come what may we must all pay and stand the test of this passing time...your words have a haunting feeling about them and leaves your reader to think
niaish for sharing with me~
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This is wonderful! I don't see you write many sonnets bit the take in the prompt here is wonderful and spiritual. I like the meter you were able to achieve using 11 syllable lines; I think it's because your rhyme is so good.
Love,
Amera♥
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