Transcendental Sonnet #613:
Life Might Just Turn Out Right

Both alcoholic and a workaholic too?
I say old boy whatever will we do with you?
You think in rhyme you stack your sonnets to the sun
But is it only work or is it also fun?

Now who on earth is asking all these questions of
Our sturdy sonneteer putting himself above
The scrivener in such a show of querulous
Interrogativity? Might it be mere me?
I am in dialogue with me or we with us
The purpose of the exercise merely to be

For whatever reason I exist I remain
Through the gloom I gather I begin to write well
Life might just turn out right for me yet it might well
Be that pleasure is able to balance with pain

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+Steven Curtis Lance

from Transcendental Sonnets and Other Observations, Copyright MMIV Silke LLC