Lazy Days

The lazy days, they reduce the craze,
And clarify the busy haze.
They show us that there're better ways
To live out our together days.

And, oh I long for days like that
To happen before the week's gone flat,
To be you, me, and (or two) a cat
To laze about, or sleep, like Sat.

Parting is painful, especially now,
When parting is august. And how!
I just want to be free of row,
And brush the hair from your sweet brow.

I know that this would be my ideal life:
One free of peril, malice, strife,
In which the time does not cut like a knife,
And I can spend forever with my sweet wife.