They Took My Truck
I saw him sitting in a pew, alone in the back roe.
From the door, I could tell that he was feeling low.
I went to him and asked, "what's the matter Ken?".
I clearly saw that something was going wrong within.
Without the slightest hesitation, he said to me emphatically,
"They took my truck!". "They had no right to take my truck!."
"No doctor told them to take my truck!". Ken was getting up
in years, and his children did what they felt was best for him.
I held my true feelings deep within, because Ken was my friend.
By his standards, he was fine; but he surely fail to comprehend.
I knew that getting Ken to understand would be a major task.
Pretending to be on his side, "They took your truck?", I asked.
I heartily agreed with Ken's kids, because I knew of Ken's driving.
I too was rather relieved, that with Ken I would no longer be riding.
062821PSCtest, Contemporary Sonnet, Charlotte Puddifoot
Sonnet, with rhyme scheme in 1st and 3rd stanzas
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