Thirty

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The 30th in a series of sonnets. You can probably search the rest on this blog if you’re interested. Some numbers have two poems because I didn’t like the original.

It just occurred to me what an odd word thirty is. Think about it. Say it aloud 5 times. Rhymes with dirty. It’s an s away from thirsty. So, of course I looked up the etymology. late 14c. metathesis of thriti, from Old English þritig. That funny-looking p is a Thorn and it is pronounced ‘th’.

They say that you must be open to love
To find it in another solemn soul.
Before you put another soul above
You first have to learn how to love the whole.

And that means you must learn to love yourself.
I find that task so difficult to do.
For loving comes so natur’lly to me.
It’s very easy for me to love you.

I know that deep within me I am God.
My true nature is just like yours: Divine.
And although I think myself a lazy sod,
God thinks that I am wonderful and fine.

I hope this poem helped you as much as me.
I wrote it less for me and more for thee.

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