594 (02.02.2016)

To keep this up you'd have to be a fool,
There are so many ways to speak your mind
If ever art was useful as a tool
It should never be forced or twisted blind.
The discipline was fine, see the past tense?
I'm winding down to now try something new
It's no use sitting on a broken fence
As life and time go sailing out of view.
I'm sorry, I know some they have enjoyed,
Reading a new sonnet for every day
But now my skills will better be employed
By trying something more akin to play.
So, soon it will be the last one for now,
And I will drop my quill and take my bow.

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