Homebody
I was made
When the light began to fade,
And the dusk was left behind,
The horizon's glare,
And the day's last flare,
Lit the ribbons I rode in kind.
I traded my day,
Bartered my efforts away,
Gave up the impenetrable dawn,
For quality,
Of memory,
Renewing my mental brawn.
And dreams once grand,
That guided my hand,
Seemed distant as fair Camelot,
As Arthurian knights,
Who toiled for right;
It became all for naught.
My mother, I pray,
Forgives me this day,
Bearing witness to early demise,
And to my exchange,
For results that seem strange,
Beseeching this homebody to rise.
Invino Veritas
5/6/14
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