Into my life
Has night come twice,
Though ne’er I saw the day.

The ram was rough,
The ewe was weak,
And so I missed the way.

The scroll does show
That day had been,
That ram and ewe were one.

But all my eyes
Have ever seen,
Were two and the day done.

Written November 3, 2000
copyright 2000 Bradley S. Owens