day six: a fine night for a walk
I have been working on a play based on the Doves Press story, but, for whatever reason, it has been coming along at a glacial pace. I think I feel unworthy of the story. Oftentimes I'll talk myself out of writing something even before I have thought up the first paragraph. Nevertheless, I wrote this today, and I had fun with it, and it rhymes. How about that.
'Tis a fine night for a walk, Emery
And the mist of the Thames
Hangs low o'er the deeds
Of the meanest of men.
A fine night for a walk, Emery
And this load on my back
Feels not quite so heavy
For it is the last.
A fine night for a walk, old partner
Ere the rise of the sun
My weighty task fulfilled
My life's work at last done.
'Tis a fine night for a walk, Emery
And the mist of the Thames
Hangs low o'er the deeds
Of the meanest of men.
A fine night for a walk, Emery
And this load on my back
Feels not quite so heavy
For it is the last.
A fine night for a walk, old partner
Ere the rise of the sun
My weighty task fulfilled
My life's work at last done.