Here's a sonnet I wrote a while ago, not my best work and maybe a little cheesy but I think its worth sharing here.
Hope you guys like it!
There are too many things to do today
Must we waste time dreaming of tomorrow?
In the end, we all have taxes to pay
Taxes upon the lives we borrow
As the world grows smaller, the day grows long
Yet time for reflection, we struggle to find
Watching it pass as though nothing is wrong
The weight of the world to our hearts we bind
Caught up in the worries and works of the tide
Lamenting a freedom that never was lost
The weary will find it convenient to hide
Rather than welcome a dream at its cost
Time spent on dreaming is never a waste
But the will to act cannot be replaced
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