Characterization Sonnets

The Other Wes Moore by Wes Moore
Characterization Sonnets

Wes
This gent hadst a home to no parallel
But ho his father hath passed hence
Woah! The gent down the stairs he fell
Bethought his future wast to be tense
A mother's intent for a future to be
Apace the family wot’st thou mov’st
Wes, "Bronx Boy", was he
And to the streets twas all he do'st
An inspiration at best
Poor Wes his soul was wrought
Though fainting words do warrant his test
His fortune misled so by the cops he was caught
Perchance this knave would owe such a pate
To lead him onward to a glorious fate


Other Wes
How ill a scene young Wes did bear
The gangs and streets the knave was bourn
So loving, his mother, yet merely unaware
Two sons would she be soon to scorn
A brother a mentor whom Wes did adore
Knife in hand and footsteps followed he
A delinquent of sorts and why, what for
Good morrow mother happly hied a master's degree
Poor mistress couldn't know whither her son would end
Upon the wall, shoeboxes stacked and filled
A lone knave on the corner to the wrong man his hand did he lend
His gentle mother a heart which was't killed
Predict he tried but Wes could not
An ugly fate by the streets he was wrought