Bez Berry

Reflections on Sonnet 12

 

Why should I count the clock that tells the time

When surgery can patch my hideous face?

No longer tell a man he's past his prime

When he can have his follicles replaced

When lofty trees shed leaves I shrug and sigh

For they will bud again on new grown twigs

But now some costly transplants I will buy

Or else be mocked for wearing nylon wigs

And if you mock my pate and silver beard

Then of thy beauty do I question make

For age has ravaged you just as you feared

And in the jaws of time I see you quake

For if it's youthful looks you crave the most

Throw out all mirrors then give up the ghost