Thursday, January 18, 2018

When I see a will bird sitting on youth bough



SONNET  495
When I see a will bird sitting on youth bough
Always young crying for golden happy days
But shaking hands and legs use less I trow
Wrinkled face but hearts does beauty praise
Never grows old O Lady, horse and man
Proper food maintains their flesh and none
But lips and cheeks men’s vital force scan
And in such situation, all men bitterly moan
Tailor makes, hunger shapes human trends
A few know we are, nothing but what we eat
Food makes body, courteous makes friends
If we prove it wrong we do ourselves cheat

We produce O Lady, what we think and eat
I come to know it sitting on a graveyard pew