Another Way to Win
by cricketjeff on October 15, 2016. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
I’ve never made a fortune in the city,
I’ve never won a medal or a cup,
I can’t pretend the face I wear is pretty
Though from down here at least I’m looking up.
In any two horse race I come in second,
My poetry is far too rarely read,
I’m not ahead however scores are reckoned
But that’s not how the World is, in my head.
Inside my mind I know that I’m the winner
Stood far above all others I can see.
I’m like a man with fillet steak each dinner
And clotted cream and Devon scones for tea.
No-one can take my happiness away
As long as you’re in love with me today.
Author notes
Prompt: Sonnet XCI
‘Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some in their wealth, some in their body’s force,
Some in their garments though new-fangled ill;
Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse;
And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure,
Wherein it finds a joy above the rest:
But these particulars are not my measure,
All these I better in one general best.
Thy love is better than high birth to me,
Richer than wealth, prouder than garments’ cost,
Of more delight than hawks and horses be;
And having thee, of all men’s pride I boast:
Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take
All this away, and me most wretched make.
~ by William Shakespeare ~
English