SONNET OF SONNETS

Leafing through the pages of Captain’s log

Of meandering voyages through sea and sand

In the dusk’s fading hours relaxing inland

Looking for glimmering light through dense fog

Assessing the gains and losses of time

Skirmishes won and tough battles lost

Straggling at last through the winning post

Realized in the end that life was a mime

Agonies endless had been many a score

Ecstasies have been not less but more

Countless have I shed bushels of tears

Have haunted by numerous endless fears

Yet  happily do I set down this song

Counting seconds ticking till the final GONG