The street is yet sand but readylevel;
the road lacks but a single day’s sweat.
Tomorrow, your labor shall be complete,
The accomplishment perhaps small—but sweet.
the cord has been severed
and another name has been tethered
to another soul gathered;
the beloved lacks no love
from below nor above
Do not despair—
the morning shall be fair.
The birds of the air
will still be there
singing with no care