April Sonnet
This April passes by me like the wind
New troubles rise as tension slowly grows
Despair has come and seems to have no end
For many fools have greatly brought new woes
But to my true friends did I quickly turn
They found for me my hidden days of joy
For even fools themselves will one day learn
They can not play with me for I’m no toy
Even in the midst of my confusion
At last I found new joy in her sweet eyes
Though again t’was bitter sweet illusion
And once again another white dove cries
To a dying April, follows May’s birth
With hope may May bring back some joy to earth
poem by Benjamin A. Wellman
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