Friday, 30 March 2007

How will I live now that I am free

How shall I live now that I am free
Now that I no longer have to justify prefering two spoons of jam to one
Now that setting the table is a job I leave undone

How shall I live now that I am free
Now that I no longer find comfort in stolen moments alone
Now that I do not flinch in fear at the sound of the key in the lock

How shall I live now that I am free

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Good words.