My Living

My life is my abbey, fully praised,
By those who entered freedom,
In the foreign way we crazed
And then left over wisdom.

Construct a life like a brick-layer
Or the architect, or the worker,
Just as felonies are the increaser
Of harm in this life, the very shirker.

My living and my dying is for you,
The individual who constructed my life
So that I may return this favour anew,
In the fashion of delight, as my wife.