I was once told life is made or unmade <br />Not on what cards the fate from afar lays <br />Upon man’s lap, but on how well he plays, <br />On what happens nor on acts of heavens, <br />But more on what he does to what happens; <br />That destiny’s a lazy man’s charade. <br /> <br />So guided I set off my wars to win, <br />So knowing I let my life by me led, <br />Playing the game of life— with cards dealt in; <br />Yet, wanting cake to bake was left with bread, <br />Oft my cake was much less baked and more burnt; <br />My life’s lessons, all morals left unlearnt: <br />Perhaps I never knew to bake a cake, <br />My drooping chin bared my brand of poor make! <br />______________________________________________________________ <br />A sonnet with an unusual rhyme scheme: abbccadedaffee. <br />_____________________________________________________ <br /> -Sonnets | 03.02.10 |<br /><br />Aniruddha Pathak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/but-for-my-drooping-chin/
