Delayed once more by festive cheer,
I make my first post of the year!
How serious are you, my poet friend,
About the craft to which your heart aspires?
Do your words borrow pain, and seek to lend
Unto the world the vision it requires?
Do you object to light verse as a waste
Of energy best spent on grander things?
Do you desire to scale the heights and taste
The clear, sweet air where lofty language rings?
To don poetic glory like a bonnet,
My friend, I think that you should write a sonnet.