Sonnet- Nobody's poem

So sudden the call for a man be

But to The Heavens a mere wind of game-

Slept in one moment, hear the call to see

For the brief knowledge of the Caller's name.

So Death comes to me, I hear the good call

The Caller's to eye, no mind to feed

I leave my price without, for good to fall

With rue, lore and face, and my life indeed.

So let the price be worth, worth of no fame

Long as the body's gone, gone is so soul

Keep the mass unbeknowst, no good no shame

To lie in thoughts, of a man of no role.

A small fish once swam in the lake of peace,

Content it was for, all within the cease.