[You may notice that they're numbered. I've just been numbering my sonnets instead of giving them titles. Trying to emulate Shakespeare a bit, I guess...]
4.
For any man to become truly wise
Before he dare accept something as true
He ought to look through several other eyes
And foster a more timeless point of view.
It’s easy to stand out in one’s own time
Or blend in, one lone letter on pages
But if you look beyond your printed line
And dare to gaze across the many ages
If you should read the book from end to end
To recognize what man has been, can be
You may lose your ability to blend
Into your current day and century
It seems that only history will tell
Whether a man adjusted truly well.6.
Without any forces to beat us back
Or voices to answer questions we raise,
We’ve no way of knowing a worthwhile task
Or knowing when work ought to merit praise.
From itself a mind has little to learn,
But others are different, reborn each day:
New facets of laughter and trust to earn
That knock you off-course towards a new way
For souls always change and you must re-learn
What guides their decisions and surprises;
If nothing has value or needs be earned
And you had anything that entices,
You'd still find living is simply no fun
Unless you’ve something to do with someone.
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