Sonnet—the Amy Winehouse Story Poem by Walterrean Salley

</>I never knew who Amy Winehouse was.
Didn’t know her purpose, or her cause—
Till reading the obituaries one day,
Which stated that she had passed away.
In hearing and reading about her life:
Sadly she’d squandered the blessing of rife.
Such is a tale in which you will find
A tragedy of the worst kind.

Amy Winehouse, a troubled soul,
Who’d possessed a talent of pure gold.
Proof that a life of fortune and fame
Could lead to destruction and to shame.
Alas, a saying that’s known to be true:
Handle fame and fortune, or they’ll handle you.