Can't square thine debt, me a mere begging bowl,
I choose therefore indebted to remain.
The bounties of thine kingdom are no small,
What can I give? If given what ye gain?
I choose thence to sing in glory thine praise,
Me, forever in want, desires in heart,
A grateful toast in thanks is all I raise,
Pray, help me lighten my life's loaded cart.
Thine child, help me ever grateful remain,
And amidst plenitude somewhat less blasé,
Grateful for every pleasure post of pain,
Be thou indulgent to my wanton ways.
I opt then to remain ever in debt,
Be thine son, if prodigal and ingrate.
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Sonnets | 01.06.08 |
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