Living Large

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Sometimes when living large we meet a squall
Or turbulence perturbs our arrowed aim,
Quite commonly some barrier forestalls
Or vague hint that our path might end in pain.
At other times approaching zenith nigh
The altitude has queer effect on sight,
We squint to see if we have gone awry
And then we find a stop-sign glaring bright.
Instead of hedonistic fame and power
A better gauge to measure life’s success,
Would calculate time used to smell a flower
And calibrate health, love and happiness.
A barrier can serve us to remind
We’ve left the purpose of our course behind.

42 thoughts on “Living Large

  1. Yes you’re right: sometimes when we live large we come up with small, and it’s open our eyes. Your beat was like a clockwork of old pocket turnip. I can see you listening to it and fitting the words with the peaceful ticking. The work is not wasted. Take care

  2. Wonderful sonnet and true words, Mike! Love it!

    I have been trying to write a sonnet for months and it just wouldn’t work. They’re challenging, in my opinion. However, I recently published my first sonnet a few days ago that came out a bit humorously rather than romantically or seriously. At any rate, I think I have a better understanding of the rules and will try again! Yep, more practicing…yours is a great example for students like me. πŸ™‚

  3. Very true.

    Otherwise as that old song says, “We’re going to find our way to heaven is a rough and rocky road if we don’t stop and smell the roses along the way.”

    Something to contemplate.

    Planting rose bushes at the bottom of stop signs.

    • You have a fine singing voice DVH – I bet you’ve played Dr. Frank-N-Furter. And your final solution is too logical for a poet to consider.

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