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.