sonnet with skirt

each step seems shorter and the time has come
to work things out to do all that we'll need done
in a short period now we almost wish the sun
would run its course with greater speed the sum
of all our desires is now before us and the drum
is beating ever faster as we wait now when we run
the race has greater purpose we can't shun
the consequence of thought that would be dumb
now days soon hours the way ahead is clear
there's nothing that we've missed or have forgot
and naught that should be taken as a strain
on all our efforts now this is the appointed year
the moment when the tab fits in the slot
and when what's irrelevant is minor pain

the answer comes that when we've made a gain
in the small battle where the greatest fear
is that we'll give it up that our own souls' rot
would make us abandon all for which we care
just at the moment when we've filled the pot
with all our hopes and sheltered from the rain
we take new steps and our tired spirits rouse
but we reject the fear we'll take this for our house