Claude's Sonnet

The life I took is long and tough
The days I encounter seems hard and rough
Though time flies by and days go on
The same story goes on and on...
Perilous and tragic, the days of yore,
Why must we take the same path as before?
Is it because of coincidence?
Or is it the choice of thy providence?
But as I go on to this journey,
The days become fine and merry
For the doubts I hade before
Would be cleared. Questioned no more.