Sonnet
or
sigh in sound-rhyme
How often I do
sigh since fortune’s heavy weight,
Apportioned unto
each by God Almighty’s hand,
Burdens
unequally the fates all must withstand,
At random strikes
down all, and each man separate,
No matter whether
they a crown should chance to wear,
Or amongst
those deemed beggars their whole life must share!
Yet each must
needs accept the portion fate’s assigned,
Enhance his
scrap of fortune with what he can find!
Wherefore shall
I, O God! with my lot not comply?
Although to
pierce my foot I know no thorn can try
Without your
hand at work! And brief too is time’s stay,
That bears all
on its back and blows it all away.
So do I blow, wait
patiently, and blow once more
At all things time
e’en so will blow off as before!
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