29 Dec 2016 – Sonnet
These days you’re a senile band director
waving your baton at kids you can’t control.
To them you’re just a faintly silly spectre
still dreaming they must do as they’ve been told!
But life’s not like that, this is your delusion,
insisting you’re in charge – call all the shots.
Unfortunately no one’s in collusion –
real life’s run off and left you here to rot!
Was it in your childhood this infection
pierced you deep, distemper boiled your blood,
sending you down paths to great dejection,
thinking you were god, yet made of mud?
Come back down to Earth! Give up this comic quest,
and leave God’s Rule to one who does it best.