Lavoro Finito Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

A steadiness elusive
A gypsy being free
A sight for these sore eyes
A feverish foolish dream

Where is the balanced soul
Where is the eagle eye
Beyond the practiced poet
Where does the answer lie

I am bored with psycho-babble
I have heard it all before
No more peering out the window
No more waiting by the door

Such a shame to look so long
Such a crime to waste more time
Let me whistle down the alley
Let the world sing Auld Lang Syne.