Senescence
Senescence
SONNET NUMBER 1
A sonnet by LH
12:24 / 06/08/26 / LH
A life so foul must surely meet its end
You’ll sleep, to wake, to find you’re tired again
A clock shall steal the time you’ll never spend
The years shall pass thy gain is all in vain
So long the dreams thou once had dreamt, for shame
Your joy your love your life, all gone to scourge
You live you dread you die, who knows thy name?
And from thy darkest sins thy fruits emerge
And day shall come where all thy fruits be ripe
Yet how you’ve lived in them it is ingrained
They’ll walk the earth it’s you who’s made their stripes
Your work in vain, it’s always been THEIR gain
They’ll live, they’ll love, they’ll die in time and yet
They’ll live, they’ll love, they’ll die with no regret
Posted Jun 8, 2026, 4:40 PM UTC