A man has a rule by which he lives by
A guiding line that keeps him to his path
Yet still he falls into the aftermath
His honour lost within the tears that cry
Somehow he builds his life again, from what?
The shards of pain as that’s all he has got
He’ll hold to his rule until he comes to die
And as a man I know the reason why
I have my rule that keeps my spirit strong
As it leads me through life even when wrong
And I have to find a new way to try
My golden rule held deep inside my soul
And it echoes round me keeping me whole
My rule is love, and one I must apply
© JG Farmer 2016
Form: Mabini Sonnet
A Garret Poet 