If Life Were a Sonnet   If Life were a sonnet I’d be in the final couplet, Or it were a labour ward, I’d be the last octuplet. If it were an eightsome reel I’d be the final figure And if it is a rifle they’re about to pull the trigger.   If Life is a symphony I’m entering the coda And if it is a drugstore I am finishing my soda. If Life’s a highway then I’m on the exit ramp And if it is an envelope they’re putting on the stamp.   If Life is a public bar,…