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The Squander of Naiveté

September 22, 2013
By ispoli16 GOLD, Bayside, New York
ispoli16 GOLD, Bayside, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Glory in life is not in always standing, but rather rising each time you fall"


I see you off the path, a tattered shoe
Against the dirt, and you pant like a dog
In midday summer: stories about you
Are set in lands of thickened moral fog.

I set my pen down as the dimming light
Obscured your virtues like a thunder cloud,
And wondered, if I tried with all my might
If I could let you end your story proud.

I tried and tried but never could, my book
Describing pain I feel at every death
Of innocence that makes me but a crook,
A thief to capture one more soul’s last breath.

The strange thing is, I know you aren't dead,
Since my pen's dirty work kills me instead.


The author's comments:
In my A.P. English class, we were challenged to write a sonnet in perfect iambic pentameter. We had to end each line with the words 'shoe', 'dog', 'you', 'fog', 'light', 'cloud', 'might', 'proud', 'book', 'death', 'crook', and 'breath' for the three quatrains. We were permitted to choose the rhyme for the ending couplet.

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