Eileen (Sonnet)

by Audrey M Scott

Attending social sport each week-end day
A duly unrest to her weary bones,
Mule stubborn, unrelenting to give way
Nor show fatigue, or utterance of moans.
Frailty unfolding, features of autumn
Show certainty of oncoming grave.
Vivacious youth lost, unwelcome age come,
Impassioned clinging in hindrance to stave
Inescapable sentence of life closure.
Resenting harvest of her season due
Striving in holding youth without censure
She bowls the ball on green and hits to blue
The ball of golf, until resting in bed
Her slow breath expires and Eileen lays dead.


Posted on 02/23/2002
Copyright © 2024 Audrey M Scott

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