copyright© by P. R. Lowe, May 20, 2010

Ended and mended, done and begun,

a good butler or wife might make this more fun.

What troubled my ways on the days before this

blissfully ebb away in slumber;

I am free to wander unbound by clocks and guilt,

the stilted life falling asunder.

Locks are undone with the coming sun;

I linger between awhile,

then just like a child that might adore me,

I arise anew with the day cast out before me.