sonnet Alone aloof at loss

Alone aloof at loss with pangs I feel
About a worn out world now disappeared
I weep at tears in memories its weird
In words Im mortified by morbid zeal
A place and people rolled out no big deal
Bold faces fulminate both feared and jeered
In modern manners openly theyre leered
In virtual minds eye clapped they cant conceal
The finer days and dollars where I wend
The storeyed dice and faith in stuff unseen
Thwart funny folk fight fit at odds to end
Ill harp on horrid humorous or keen
The heart expects a grave and latent draw
If dots are resonant or deep and raw
Chorus pull draw tug