So there are cracks cracks cracks on all the walls,
Splinters in the frame broken foundations,
Took fire to the roof to let the sparks falls,
The house in ashes much ill intentions!
What tell me please such tales do bores me see?
What is fifty years of whom happiness?
If not yours then why these sacrifices be?
Why a lifetime now gone is your kindness?
So common your words bitter dry and stale
Your list of why me why me why not me
Younger richer taller shorter thin pale
Yonder the horizon you look with glee
Wake up your highness nothing is for free
You pay you pay just to breathe can’t you see!
MY very first Sonnet
Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm, the blogger, poet, and translator, was born in 1971 in Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. The pharmacist currently lives and works in Western Sydney, Australia.
Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm 
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