1111 - Four ones

Four ones like four freedoms, freedom from fear
Four ones look like Four Oaks where I was born
Four ones, a fallen ladder costs you dear
Four ones, the forms of black teeth all forlorn

Four lines record sonnet one one one one
Four lines shaping its middle, rolls of fat
Four lines on my forehead show youth has gone
Four lines in your email have left me flat

Four decades and more of drawn-out impact
Four decades only I remember clear
Four decades of full consciousness and fact
Four decades and more of receding years

Four ones make four, but also much much more
A grand, a ton, eleven’s the full score
Sat 19 Sept