A Reason to
Live
Why do I
have a homely face?
Why is my
brain a mere empty space?
Why can’t
things go my own way?
Why is my
life in such disarray?
Oh, such
cruel fate!
I wish I
could change my state.
Be like
her, brain and beauty.
Live in a
castle with tons of money.
I prayed
to God to clear my mind,
Hoping
that an answer I’ll find.
Engrossed
with my loved ones’ memories,
Thought
about the burden each one carries.
I suddenly
found reason to live,
Happiness
to them I shall give.
Because to
the world I may mean nothing,
But to
them I may be everything.
I wrote this poem last year. It's my version and understanding of Shakespeare's Sonnet 29.
SONNET 29
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.