Sonnet: “If Oft Thee Place Thy Efforts On The Block”

If oft thee place thy efforts on the block
And stretch thy limbs so as to offer more
Thy strain’ed sweat shall sweeten soured stock
Though gained investitures now drip and pour

If too thee leave thy dreams to life exposed
By risking that which saved cannot mature
Thy dreams ‘neath dulling claws are soon deposed
And thus thy heart is left to life endure

For fickle is the nature of the beast
Who shifts his flighty gaze t’wards this ‘n that
Though once thee sat the first now sit the least
Such favor lasts like flavor drunk ‘n spat

Seek not such visioned love nor sightly praise
But trail the Heart Who sets thy night ablaze