We move through life at a furious pace,
our stomachs upset and minds in a spin,
knowing there is one more deadline to chase
or some further project we must begin.
We lose track of hours while counting the days
and moments that we can never retrieve
frantically searching for more fruitful ways
to be a success and overachieve.
Our children mature, our parents grow old
and we give them bits of our precious time,
then try to remember the stories they told
as we continue to strive and to climb.
What is it worth when life comes to an end?
No dying man wants more money to spend.
Author notes
title provided by "Titles Are Us" group
A Sonnet is a poem consisting of 14 lines (iambic pentameter) with a particular rhyming scheme:
A Shakespearean (English) sonnet has three quatrains and a couplet, and rhymes abab cdcd efef gg. Threre are ten syllables per line.
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Comments
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Wow this is great, it sums up the lives so many. And it's written so beatifully. This is really great, I love it
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This is brilliant. I love it! And it is SOOOOOO true.. we all do this.. and sadly we continue to do it even when we know we are. I've been married a year and a half already, and my baby sister almost 9 year of marriage. We both say that it's like they've strapped a rocket to our ass and away we go! I remember my nephew's birth like it was yesterday, and now he's 16! So yea, it is strapped to a rocket!
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