Ascending
Ascending, you shall grow to know
The slow apotheosis of the breath,
Where patient death kindly offsets
The debts you failed to pay.
Vow therefore, from this day
You shall repay the favours shown
For though the end’s unknown
It’s certain yet.
So leave no stone unturned,
So leave no stone unturned,
No kindness unreturned.
For thoughtlessness,
Like rampant weeds
Can choke the grandest tomb
With unrequited deeds.
© James Rainsford 2012
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Note to readers: My attempt at a Shakesperian sonnet. Posted as my contribution to dVerse Poets. Your views are welcome and I'll respond to all who visit here and leave a comment.
Kind regards to all who meet in the pub tonight, James.
