But, But, But... ( A Sonnet)
by Helga Ross
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
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Care not for too much care for idle woe,
heavy of sigh and over-weaning whine;
the kind kids learned when they heard the word "no";
oh, if only crying were a lifeline.
Pity’s fine to point of passivity;
till dull drive for remedy would demur;
prefer sympathy to activity,
fail to attend to the aches one could cure.
Sulky adolescence prays indulgence;
crusty curmudgeons lament better day;
grown men complain emasculation; hence
lone women wonder, real ones, where are they?
What straits we err to entertain and hone!
We can’t change others, but ‘kick butt’ – Our own!
copyright © Helga Ross 2004, 2006
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|Reviewed by ya mama (Reader)
|Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero
|Great energy! and good composition, here. Liked your premise.
|Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader)
|Reviewed by Veronica Hosking
|Title caught my eye.
Will make me think twice whenever I hear my 5 year-old lament, "But why".