Sonnet: Things Have Their Right Places

Look not in garbage-cans for books anew;
Wait not for buses in desolate roads;
All morns don’t bring same breeze or rain or dew;
No shoulder can carry increasing loads!

No garbage should litter the house and streets;
All rubbish goes into the right dust-bin;
Invitees only enter any meets!
The soul of man must have God’s grace, not sin!

A burning candle must be held aloft;
Children ought not to show monkey-faces;
All human beings want a bed quite soft.
We tend to keep all things in right places;

Exposed to air, salt / sugar turn to lumps;
Oh, Fie the world that throws new-born in dumps!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-5-2006

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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