Sonnet IX
Just one time I wrote a happy ending.
And felt that I was soaring through the sky.
I must try to not be so unbending.
A woman alone can still find a high.
The men-children in my past were helpless.
And the best one felt little love for me.
My parents jinxed me from day one, I guess.
I was probably lucky to be free.
I have managed to manage all my needs.
Even when challenged by a mild disease.
And should give to the world my nobler deeds.
And should vow to take what joy I can seize.
On paper my happiest ending is death.
But from now on let’s enjoy every breath.
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