The loss of memory is forgotten in the wind <br />the moment we die before our breathe falter, <br />we are a fading Spectator struggling to the end, <br />and life flushes out the things we cannot alter. <br />Stand to surrender and wave the battered flag, <br />on chosen fields of love serenade career misery, <br />some battles we win, but in others wearily drag, <br />our soul from the ground to win unlikely victory. <br />Taste the peace in whose arms we are thrown, <br />the lifeline we find a sonnet of solace to climb, <br />happier days of virtue spent recovering at home, <br />leave the cares and thoughts for others to find. <br />Adventurous world resign from gaining riches, <br />Embrace sonnets sense of peace and happiness.<br /><br />Gerry Legister<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnets-7/
