A Sonnet for the members

(The first stanza is a wish for myself, the second is a contemplation of the
majority of the poets I have read here; I hope you enjoy it)

Submission of my hearts attire,
bear focus on my soul to be.
And dream of future lives to have,
they long to bear inside of me.
And, Oh to be, so free of pain,
common virtues beside the way.
And breathe the air of a sweet life;
anchors free of troubled play.


Arms reach my body suffers so,
comes the question of why you are.
Inquire the roots of sorrow and woe,
in thought so deep and dark.
None, do I critique your ways;
I live that promise all my days.


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