ONLY MYSELF TO BLAME: a sonnet

ONLY MYSELF TO BLAME: a sonnet


II do not have a roof over my head.
I don’t know if my next meal I will get.
I’ve forgotten the softness of a bed.
My clothes are dirty, stinking, rather wet.

I too have known better days in my life.
There was a time when life to me was kind.
I knew not then of poverty and strife.
To others’ woes and hardships I was blind.

The world to me is not benevolent.
For this only I myself am to blame.
The score is likely to be different,
In different innings in the life-game.

My friend, save always for the rainy day.
Always to the Lord for His kindness pray.


* Written for the “Inspirations” contest, "Invalid Item" , Round 8, for September 2008 hosted by destinydances ~ mail 200% full .


M C Gupta
9 September 2008