Different Strokes

Coming to the end of another dawn
I looked around at the set pieces on the day bygone

Those evening bells of freedom are seemingly gone
Tables have turned, making me stand alone

Far away from the madding crowd that rushes out
I stare at their backs, reviewing the day with my face stout

What would have changed, if was not around
If I left, would someone have missed a sound

And then there were those moments of solace
Where I managed some grace

There came that smile on a beloved’s face
That sealed it.. this was to be my place

I couldn’t live beyond these seeming bounds
I will build a life on these grounds…