When I was young, I developed an unseemly passion for turning serious poetry forms into light verse. The following Shakespearian sonnet is from 1970:
Consider, friend, the paradox of life:
It’s all you have, and all you’re sure to lose.
All that you do - grow up, pick out a wife,
Owes more to Chance than I, for one, would choose.
Fear not! The answer is Philosophy.
And if, at that, your heart fills with gladness,
Remember that all thought is Sophistry,
And thought is the certain way to madness.
These days, with all there is that’s puzzling,
I think as little as I can.
I work with my hands! That’s the only thing
That fits with God’s simple, earnest plan.
I work hard, and for relaxation, I
Try to pass camels through a needle’s eye.
(The last line is an irreverent reference to Matthew 19:24)
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