Sonnet 55 – Death and Taxes

Sonnet 55 – Death and Taxes

What more can I say? There’s nothing I can do.

Is Love enough to rescue fading souls?

No one in the right mind would desire you,

It’s getting late; too late for reaching goals.

Eat a meal and sing a song or three,

And take five days and fly to Seattle.

No one to give a shit if I am free,

All these sad words are just a Death’s rattle.

Oh, yes! Of course! I know it could be worse.

I’m safe in the suburbs with food and friends.

I know that there’s nothing that I should curse,

It’s time to wrap it up and plan our ends.

Our time upon the stage nearing curtain,

Just death and taxes are safely certain.