Untying Knots

Wings in his head, the Carefree Man
Once decided to promenade
Palms in his pockets, sans a plan
He slipped through many a shade

Smile on his face, sun pouring down
He looked an artist's dream
Spring in his step, vale and town
He roved with many a beam

Glitter in his eye, the Carefree Man
Thought himself brimful of vive
Chuckles in his chest, wise and wan
He leaped for many a dive

A final shade then crossed his face
Met with beam and dive as due
But now the Man tripped over his lace
That lay untied in wanton view

His stop at last had come around
His face at last had gone aground
And all because he'd mastered not
The trade of tying a trusty knot