tony’s sonnet

Tony's taking this poetry class this summer--it's the only grad class the program offered here. Anyway, he had to write a sonnet, and it rules, so I thought I'd share.

Mortal Gods

My gods spoke to me when I was a boy
They cupped me with shelter and taught me of
The world. Immortal, young, none could destroy.
I thought they did no wrong; I felt their love.

As I grew up, my gods grew old and died.
They breathed as before, now flaws plain to see:
A sight all too human, unwelcomed, pried
By eyes not as young as they used to be.

Now I'm the god, with two- pair eyes who watch
My every move; the wonder they mirror
Is sometimes too painful to bear. Too much
I see, I saw before my gods' detour.

Their loss, transformed, exchanged for mortal years.
My flaws, no worse, what cause have I for fears?