An English Sonnet to Mo Chroi
Mo Chroi, Mo Chroi. My dearest guide through life.
You keep this fool alive, safe and sound.
I regret, Mo Chroi, I have lived amongst such strife.
And to you my friend, it seems peace I have not found.
Your voice I do evoke, for I am lost.
I have strayed off the path and into the dark, cold night.
Wisdom and Intuition, both thrown aside and I have paid the highest cost.
Everything I do now, Mo Chroi, is now a futile fight.
Please come back to me, Mo Chroi, I feel like such a stranger.
Would you even recognize me now? It's been days, years.
Loneliness, it would seem, has let in danger.
As time goes by without you, Mo Chroi, I have no company but tears.
Mo Chroi, Mo Chroi. Happiness you're now bound.
Mo Chroi, Mo Chroi, my old friend re-found.