Sonnet for a Younger Friend

by

McKenna Byrne

I wonder how you imperfection see
Upon your brow where time has yet to trace
Those tiresome tracks that you must see on me,
So far removed from you in nature's grace.
While lofty powers call my hand to rhyme
In praise of onyx eyes and raven hair,
Less noble forces plague my mind how time
Has plundered rudely where I was so fair.
How small the satisfactions now - how few
My morning mirror's dull reflections show;
Such evidence as not disclosed by you
As crimes of time committed on your brow.

While time's engraving hand that brow defaces,

My greater will immortalize your graces.

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