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THE FINAL MOMENT—a sonnet
When all is done and Death, thy angel wins, And brings me in His heavenly presence; Shall I then beg that He forgive my sins? Shall I then pray that I be spared penance? Shall I let Him know how well I did try To follow His each and every command? Shall I to Him my actions justify, So that I do not earn His reprimand? I tried to do whatever He ordained. I tried to follow what path He had showed. What matters if my progress was restrained? What, if I could not achieve as avowed? I shall simply lay down myself prostrate At His feet and then for His judgment wait. * Written as Shakespearean Sonnet, which consists of fourteen lines, each having 10 syllables in iambic pentameter [ five beats of "da-DUM" meter]. The rhyming scheme is ABAB CDCD EFEF GG. M C Gupta 31 Dec. 2004
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