Undoing a Sonnet (MS)

We undo a sonnet line by line

spending money as we write

and though poverty makes us whine

and growing debts ensure life's tight

Our tiny children still admire

something cheap, devoid of beauty

we're all machines set on fire

with purchasing our only duty


Let's love the joy we come across

and as we age let's love it more

we have no time to waste on dross

and shiny coins become a bore

Go, find the strength for another smile

and remain a child for a little while.

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