Revised sonnet #42
At looking glass I glance in it Im old
The skin is wrinkle rid the hair is grey
The passing hours I hate I mean to scold
I look away a whit I feel okay
Your double wrinkles fetch you into fold
Im sugar daddy less each passing day
A single strand of grey takes signal hold
I fear youll catch on quick youll disobey
Ive had to fight to get things fine Ive got
Its need to know in protocol and pent
Ive spoilt you rotten lavishly Ive spent
Sip stem cell syrup kept in crystal pot
Your riddles luxuries that never jade
You sugar baby might I fast unfade
Chorus jade enervate tire
