At Last

Before noon, in times of gloom, tell me we
are not to doom! Behind a shadow I saw you
hiding, and came to you with many a good
tiding, but under to moon, did I hold you
too soon? At last long listening lasses
are not making asses of themselves while
having their say on the condition of their
day. So do you laugh in the face of fate
with your eyes of stone? Tell me, can you
come out and play? There's so much to more
to behold. Don’t be held back. Admit what
you are and what you lack. Love, laughter
and listening make perfection of affection,
and bring joy and faith! These are the
ingredients for friendship, a firmament, a
foundation, and merriment while being our
strength against discontent. Kill the
rodent, pat the baby, for soon and once
your an old lady. Put simply, live to love
and love to live. Learn to forgive.