Sonnet about a Sonnet

I could write a sonnet
If I were so inclined
About you Easter Bonnet
And other things we left behind

But if we linger all too much
On that which used to be
We forget that the young kids
Also live in mystery.

Because in mystery they live
They ask the same old questions
“Why we here?” and “What’s it mean?”
And life delivers the same suggestions

Enjoy what you can—and pray
That tomorrow you awaken to another day.

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