My attempt at writing a Shakespearean-style sonnet.
When I compare my current age with one
Which many men and women shall attain,
My life looms large; yet then I spy the sun
And think of all the centuries of its reign.
O, I am young, and always thus shall be,
And often in my thoughts I am naïve
Though sarcasm is preferable to me;
In this I know I have much to achieve.
But would I choose to live forever, learning
As much as humans know and tutors teach?
Not I: for then I may have lost my yearning
And falsely think I might perfection reach.
Imperfect as I am, as I will stay,
I'll study till I meet my final day.
