Sonnet

Move On

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done,
Though dark the shadow that thy folly cast;
Let not the shame obscure the rising sun,
Nor ruin all thy days to mend the past.
For roses have their thorns, and life its blight,
A trial run where errors must abound;
No mortal soul is perfect in the light,
And only in the fall is wisdom found.
Take thou the lesson, let the sorrow teach,
That grave mistakes may yet a reason hold;
Forget the pang, and further let thee reach,
And turn the dross of folly into gold.
   No man is flawless, so thy fault forgive,
   Learn from the past, and learn again to live.


2026.04.19