Another sonnet

So how would old Will S. perform today?
He’d be on FaceBook’s stage, that is for sure.
He’d Twitter too, and blog the hours away
On ev’ry burning topic and much more.
But what was Will’s true style? Was he the soul
Of tact, the leaven in our daily bread?
Did he conform and never quite cajole?
Did he agree to go where others led?
No, no. Will’s heart outgrew diplomacy;
His mind refused its blandishments. He’d live
On passion, courage, verve – preferring free,
Wild places, shunning comforts home could give.
No smile, no tear lays bare where real truth lurks;
He knew that in the chaos fire works!