Loose ends tied

Harvest of the lonely

in their arid quiet fields

with crops of bitterness

and only aimless mind for yield

            Snowfall breaks your tires

            politicians prompt your ire

            life is all loose ends

            that just don’t get tied

            Sing a sweet song

            till way past midnight

            and before too long

            loose ends are tied

No celebration, just evenings

like curtains on their days of loss

of confidence, where all their

rolling stones just gather moss

            refr.

1990