Escaping the hum drum

Of a lazy days existence.

Quickening my oars

To the least resistance.

I travel the byways

That a canal can offer.

Seeking a smiling face

That a young mistress may proffer.

A vagabond lost in youth

Of too many trangressions.

Left now to sincerity of word,

That gives an honest impression.

My word is now my bond,

I do not tally with lies.

Deceit is long behind me,

Just as quick as time flies.