Cressida Leigh - Not a Sonnet

I had to write a sonnet once
For English Lit, as I recall.
Bored youths expressing sentiment
Of which we knew nothing at all.
O'er paper, Parker pens were poised
Although experience we lacked
For how to write of lovers when
Our teenage hearts remained intact?

Now decades later I could scribe
A thousand sonnets easily.
How bitterly I could describe
Each scar that love has given me.
And what a poet I would make!
Love's tragic consequences plain.
But what I wouldn't give to be
That bored fifteen year old again.

Cressida Leigh

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