A Reason to Live

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.