So I decided I'm going to try a little something new. On Sundays, I'm going to take one of Shakespeare's sonnets, post it, and then give my own little variation. This might be awesome, this might be terrible, but I'm going to go for it at least a few times. So here is my first attempt at Shakespeare Sunday:
Sonnet One:
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decrease,
His tender heir might bear his memory;
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Though that art now the world's fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl mak'st waste in niggarding.
Pity the world or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by thy grave and thee.
My sorry attempt:
Life is a gift that all people receive
with it we can do whatever we wish
but sooner or later we all shall grieve
for nobody's life is truly endless
Yet still we might leave a mark on this earth
as we help create new generations
a legacy carries on with each birth
we all have chance to help build a nation
Alas! Some men do love only themselves
and it is themselves they would choose to wed
putting humanity up on a shelf
as they do take only themselves to bed.
People who their potential do not share
shall die robbing the earth of one more heir
(Please let me know what you think!! Is this an awesome or a terrible idea... I'm a little biased)