life is a trumpet <br />every being responds to <br />a banquet <br />singing and joy corresponds to <br />a pamphlet <br />reading comprehends to <br />some bank it <br />some complements to <br /> <br />awaken is the wise <br />lost is the nice <br />fed with a jolly of rice <br />menu with a spice <br />bitter taste twice <br />as nice <br />some telling lies <br />and surely pay the price <br />but to reap a slice <br />you ought to sweat thrice <br />and ding dong like a dice <br />but sometimes not, and your infant cries <br />at times you make it, and she (joyously) smiles <br />for life’s a sonnet, going many miles <br /> <br />believe you me, life’s a sonnet <br />that connects the next sonnet <br />with the stanza of the next other sonnet <br />a reflection of the next text <br /> <br />life’s a deviant not in isolation from the rest <br />it is within, to attest <br />a guarantee to be the best <br />or the worst <br />of the wild west <br />‘til you laid to rest <br />a life on your chest <br />a beverage to quench your pleasure and zest <br />an acid to fest <br />on you to cleanse your pest <br /> <br />life’s a neutron, not a proton <br />a nucleus of the phantom <br />an octopus of ransom <br />a means to come from <br />a beast to share from <br />indeed, life and sonnet dot com!<br /><br />Onalethuso Petruss Ntema<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-s-a-sonnet/
