Meta Sonnet: In Which I Share A Fear

I live in mortal fear of that one day --

When it will be, I have no way to know --

When suppertime will pass, and more, and yea

A sonnet is not written. I will go

To lengths extreme and crazy to prevent

That day from coming, but I'm human. There

Will come a day when all that this has meant

To me will fall apart. I do not care

To see it soon. The pint glasses I'll stack

And stack up to the ceiling. All in all

Four hundred sixty nine rise high. One crack

In my resolve and ev'ry one will fall

And shatter with my pride. But it's not here,

That day, and will not come, I hope, this year.