Luis Estable - Sonnet # 334

My Sir, don`t envy me in ways so big
That I myself am sick and far from health.
If you`d the trouble ta`en to me deep dig,
You`d seen I wish myself of better health,
And one with lady and, too, children some.
And yes more happy days than those I`ve sad;
A man with life down here less worrisome
Though days do come with what I`ve got I`m glad.
And if tomorrow I do have some riches,
And my whole life does seem a paradise,
I`ll wear the wisdom that so really teaches;
Material things bring comfort that`s precise,
But nothing`s rich enough to happy buy.
So Sir, don`t envy me I cannot fly.

Luis Estable

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