Not the sovereign of my will.A Poem by HuwWhen I was young I was told that my will was free and that I could be and do anything as long as I put my mind to it. Now that I am older and can look back down that long road of experience and draw from the memories thereon I perceive that my will was not free, but subject to my whims and desires My eyes never satisfied with what they saw, but seeking more nor my ears with what they heard or my tongue with tastes. Woman could satisfy a need in me, but only for a while then off I'd fly to seek more of that nectar called love. Cupids shot had often caught me unawares and not left love in idleness within me. If I knew then as I now know and comprehend would I ever change it all? That I doubt so very much as I am but a subject and not the sovereign of my will. © 2015 HuwFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on May 30, 2015 Last Updated on May 30, 2015 AuthorHuwAmmanford, Wales, United KingdomAboutI've been commenting on someone's drawings for a couple of months and she asked if I was a published poet. It made me laugh because I'd left school at 13 years old and never completed formal education.. more..Writing
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