Peter Jeffrey: If Life Were a Sonnet
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, we’re on our final drinks
And if it’s just a sleep, the 35th of 40 winks.
If Life’s an octave, then I am singing ti
And if it is a lockup they are putting in the key.
But consider; any one of us could go at any minute,
So let’s carry on regardless and live the life infinite.
Peter Jeffrey
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