Not to shudder nor to fall,
Not to blubber nor to shake.
Not to run, not to give up;
Not to be enslaved by mistakes.
Not to bow down hopeless and cry
Not to blame God and ask why.
Not even to stop a little while...
Long the mile and naught the time.
Fear no death— Fear no fall!
Give but your heartfelt shot its whole!
Fear no more the heat of the sun!
Cheer up my son the world is young!!
He shall wake the dawn of morn,
And tell the Devil "I'm not done!"
Sonnet Xxv – For Living I Was Born
Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 09/12/2021
Poet's note: Never give up, The world is still young and yours!
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Poem topics: death, god, son, sun, time, world, young, long, devil, dawn, fear, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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