Sunday, October 12, 2014

Sonnet 27


Weighted with being my brother's keeper
I no longer am an independent 
Soul, free to be a just judgement seeker.
But now, the World's worst seeks my compliment:

Often we trade some notoriety 
For a chance to gain true independence.
Sun light shines as if it's prosperity
Is drawn from blessed Earth's true abundance:

Cashing in, calls forth a stalwart person,
Grounded in humility, a good soul.
"Many called; few taken." a sound reason
We trudge the land and we brave the wave's roll.

"To do for others what we want ourselves" -
Is a scene from history found on shelves.

Ronald C. Downie

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