Margaret, I'm Done
Margaret, I'm done,
I'll have no more fit,
It's time to reprieve,
And time to relieve,
I've no more to submit.
I have no occupation,
No energy nor care,
So, Margaret, I'm done,
For I must, now, remit.
Oh, Margaret, I'm done,
I've no passion for play,
My spirit now broken,
My eyes unspoken,
Passes no judgement today.
I have no indignation,
And bear no second glance,
So, Margaret, I'm done,
I've tucked it away.
Yes, Margaret, I'm done,
It was fine as New Year's snow,
It was never ostentatious,
Though you're flirtatious,
But now it's time to go.
So, lift your head,
And wear your smile,
But for Margaret -- not for me.
And conclude instead,
That all the while,
It was I who set you free.
