Sonnet

Where shall I find someone who cares for me?

My brother, none will ever be enough

To know and see what ‘tis in me you see:

Three-fourths score years of memory did rough

No one can say they have what I possess,

A guardian angel here watching over,

Someone I know that will myself assess

And be there still, leaving me here never

An angel you may be, for what am I?

One that never repaid a scrap o’ kindness

One that from you giving kindness did shy,

I will be one that shall this trend undress

On moving on, I will refrain from this,

To be a brother worth an empty list