Sunday, August 14, 2011
My Own Way
I sat down again, knowing the brightened sky,
Returning the exceptional wisdom to the grave;
Full of it I was, when this episode crept on the excitation,
Making it happy, in myself.
I sat at home before the medicine could arrive,
An ambulance adventured far too hard,
Into the territory of a sweet-tempered man,
His illness crept up on him, and took him away.
This sky was devilled, this ground decayed,
For we were in a hospital of disgrace and confinement,
The correcting happened, and we were away,
Like a happy soul my life became its own way.