Wikihow placed the bee in my bonnet
That’s right, my friends, I’ve written a sonnet.
Gizmos and gadgets, they don’t own my heart
Materials bought with wages and pay
Not trinkets of toys, with those I could part
What is it that I could not throw away?
Memories and dreams, a child’s hopes and fears
The sting of a romance not meant to be
Friends whom I’ve kept over decades and years
Echoes of laughter, loud joyful and free.
But it does not do to dwell in the past
Balance today’s with yesterday’s notion
Mem’ries are fleeting; dreams don’t always last
Time shapes all things like sand at the ocean.
Washing and molding, eroding the dam
‘Tween boy that I was and man that I am.