Sunday Sonnet #3


When dotage fears assail a lonely hour,
Conjuring images frail hearts despair,
Vain thoughts all vestiges of hope devour,
That soul into her sanctum would repair;
When light through windows to the mind grow dim,
And sound like every passing day does fade,
Athletic strength declines in every limb,
And common acts of life commands an aide;
Feel Gratitude for all that’s gone before,
Recalling blessings down the yielding years;
Contentment in good measure lies in store
For him or her who smilingly appears;
As innocence into this world is born,
Serenity departure shall adorn.

©Meanderings 2016

11 responses to “Sunday Sonnet #3

  1. Uncle, this is beautifully penned! Lovely!

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  2. As amazing as ever Bushka 🙂

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  3. I too think contentment is best.Good sonnet, of course.:)xx

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  4. How very profound. I did enjoy

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  5. What a great sonnet. I love your finale. Nicely done.


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