spun on fortune's wheel
a sonnet
Somewhere betwixt me youth and faire heyday
Aye left me mum to see if I might hold
An apple cheek'd maid in the month o' May
Bedeck'd in blooms with bonnet bright and gold;
Well met, her shy gaze stole away me heart
With laughter like a lover's sugar’d kiss
Its music did commend her loving art
And match’d the ardor of her trembling lips;
When the sun pierc'd the window o' the rose
And upon thy faire face it brightly shone
Like dreams unfolding within sweeten’d prose
That I forget thee not when age dost moan;
Nor the good and bad spun on fortune's wheel
Tween wedding bells and final fare thee well.
About the Creator
John Cox
Where would you like to travel? Who would you like to meet? No ticket required, a surprise at every destination guaranteed. Strap on your time travel goggles and bring a compass. It's sometimes bumpy in my imagination, so hold on tight!
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