3/25/11

Another week has reached it's end,
And brought it's scheduled reckoning,
To look back seven days again,  
And steep my soul in questioning.

What is the bounty of my toil,
Where have my steps and stumbles led,
How weighs my fortune with my foils,
Wherein is worth interpreted?

But what is this day from all else,
That marks it's dread significance?
Should I account all sense of self,
In spans that bear no relevance?

If time defines us, then perhaps,
I'll count this moment now, alone,     
My temporal assessments lapsed,
To greet next week,  peace in my soul.