PLEASE HURRY
Is this a Shakespearean sonnet in iambic pentameter
My parents try so hard to keep me safe
Clawing my golden cage I will be free
Parents will worry and will rest on faith
Letting go of me is the only key
Though I know i can’t fly too far away
Finding my own way through is too vital
Won’t change my mind when you beg me to stay
You’ll be happy I stayed on my cycle
But when I think of you guys I worry
Years pass by and you are getting older
You weaken and it makes my eyes blurry
Your end is coming and getting closer
I’ll look back on these days and remember
Heaven's gates opened for you to enter.
