Love, you just can’t compete with my pal Zeke.
He carries me through dark mountain passes.
Zeke never complains if I sing or shriek
as he totes my baggage and sunglasses.
For him, I abided fourteen bleak years
while I tended to financial angles,
family burdens and dreamt up careers.
Zeke unburdened my house arrest jangles.
Wheels within wheels perpetually turning.
Dreams delivered in beautiful visions
while I follow road warrior’s yearning
and dismiss bountiful indecisions.
As long as Zeke can keep me steering clear,
wherever we go; you’re welcome my dear
PFA
10/11/04
[an:64cb6533b9]Sonnets have rules regarding rhyme sequence and IP. Rather than repeat what I've come across, I'll simply refer readers who want to try a sonnet to this explanation.
http://www.yk.psu.edu/~jmj3/cre_sonn.htm[/an:64cb6533b9]