I don’t have to look forward to a Friday <br />or face the melancholy truce of a Sunday Eve. <br />No more counting weekend hours <br />till the dreaded bell of Death Monday tolls. <br />No more smiling at fools, <br />nodding at dull tales of wasted freedom <br />or waking nights <br />sweating their rules into a teardropp pillow. <br /> <br />I might take a walk <br />on a lonely tide <br />or tell the sea that I am free. <br />I may paddle the journey of a thousand miles <br />with sun kissed sparkle toes, <br />or jive some time with seagulls. <br />I might sit alone <br />and watch <br />a sweeping ballet of swallows <br />or pass the day with dark deeded rooks. <br /> <br />For I am free, <br />free for good, <br />with the sun and the sea <br />beside me <br /> and <br />wishing every shape <br />were we.<br /><br />Phil Lucas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/free-for-good/
