Late Afternoon Sonnet

The pull of gravitation gets me down
And holds me as I struggle to ascend;
I grapple, its embrace thus to disown,
Though certain of the way all things must tend.
Life says, “Arise!” and Hope, too, doth persuade:
I weary on against the earth-ward force;
The verdict for the moment I’ve delayed
But can’t indefinitely stay its course.

Would that I could sail against this tide
And tack against the circling of the drain!
Would that I could against down-currents glide
And resile against advancing age and pain!
Life and Hope aside, simple Gravity
Shall clearly draw us toward our destiny.

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