Ode to the Old

Every time I write a sonnet

I be feelin like Im at
War
With just my nerves shakes n a spear.

Epic lyrics in any limerick
Or haiku just so you know
I’m considerate of the ears
Thats hearin this.

Ode to the Old

How about all the minds they’ve blown

What about that times they’ve shown us us

When all we wanted to give was up

I swear everywhere the old go they should know this Ode

Who you gonna show with eyes closed

Idle and folded scolded n molded

With another’s shape n sound

I really wish you was around

Now

I be brakin down stanzas
Into to couplets
To reinforce my ballad.

Ephemeral if I had to describe this
Tho no elegy we more than alive
It’s infinite.