I’ve grown especially meticulous
With all my varied daily regimens
And wonder if it’s not ridiculous
And whither such compelled behavior tends.
But then I think that’s simply how I cope
With all the copious choices life presents,
And regimented modes are my best hope
For making out of daily chaos sense.
So that is why I use this patterned mode
Of poetry instead of verse that’s free:
To fashion well a sonnet or an ode
Is captivating more than liberty.
For life is best when carefully composed,
Just as a sonnet is when neatly closed.