20101031

Sonnet #79


When the winter comes

and the sun goes dim.

I'll be all on my lonesome

thinking grim.

Wishing that I would have kept you around

for these moments.

I'm the king of selfish. I wear the crown,

at least I own it.

I should get credit

for being honest.

No complaints I get it

It's not worthy of a bonus.

I'll find my place here and be content

just know that my presence isn't for rent.

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