Transcendental Sonnet #875:
That Last Laugh Yet

They are all gone now they are all dead
Who once guided my steps who told me
What and how just voices in my head
I grieve for those who used to hold me
And there is not much left of me now

I suppose I will survive somehow
If only to show the ones who still
Were left behind with me in this place
That I am a gentleman I will
Bear my cross with dignity with grace

I will never let them see me sweat
But live my life as my mother would
She so good and so misunderstood
I will have (for her) that last laugh yet

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+Steven Curtis Lance

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