Free For Good Poem by Phil Lucas

I don’t have to look forward to a Friday
or face the melancholy truce of a Sunday Eve.
No more counting weekend hours
till the dreaded bell of Death Monday tolls.
No more smiling at fools,
nodding at dull tales of wasted freedom
or waking nights
sweating their rules into a teardropp pillow.

I might take a walk
on a lonely tide
or tell the sea that I am free.
I may paddle the journey of a thousand miles
with sun kissed sparkle toes,
or jive some time with seagulls.
I might sit alone
and watch
a sweeping ballet of swallows
or pass the day with dark deeded rooks.

For I am free,
free for good,
with the sun and the sea
beside me
and
wishing every shape
were we.