365 (29.06.2015)

With one whole month to spare it has arrived,
This sonnet should be last for this first year,
And yet it seems in discipline I've thrived,
And number three-six-five's already here.
So that means I am thirty-two ahead,
I must have had some troubles on the way,
It's often when I'm troubled that I've said
The things that I think best will fight decay.
Obviously it's numbers nothing more,
This whole thing's changed from when I started out
For now it's like an ever open door,
That I can look back through and clear my doubt,
And sonnets have become a part of life,
As much so as my house, my kids and wife.


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