A Sonnet for the Drinking Man (Form and Favour)

From a collection of formal poetry "Form and Favour"
The form in this sonnet is English or Shakespearean

When ere the dreams pass by me in the lane
And catch the summer sun within my glass
I hold it there for all to contemplate
A watchful cat glares back from on the grass

No troubled look as such he gave me then
Could weigh upon my mind without a care
I pondered this as glass took ale to lips
And beads of sweat did form beneath my hair.

Oh reasoned man at rest upon the bench
A cat is but a cat and nothing more
My life is worth much more than worried frown
My ale I took in one and drank it down.

With that I took my glass back to the bar
And taxi phoned abandoning my car.

© Philip G. Bell

You know this is something I admire one for writing, a sonnet. Something I can;t do You were blessed with a very special gift!
Hugs,
Lanaia

Thank you Lanaia, I would agree that sonnets are quite a challenge, but I am sure you have the talent to write one. You have the artistic temperament so it's down to learning the craft.