Sonnet 62 -- Oh, Lord, She's Back!
I am once more plotzed in reality,
Without a plan save basic survival.
And I must accept what will never be,
What has never lived, can’t have revival.
I fear that only youth is rewarded,
Age receives salute if started young,
Not those souls whose talent was aborted,
And whose foot slipped the first or second rung.
And yet I know to leave the past behind,
And take my joy in watching loved ones love.
My life was not my choice, it was designed,
By greater powers below or above.
We can’t be any more than what we are.
Let’s work on making sure that is a star.