Those were the best days of our lives,
In batchie pads, we had no wives;
Ate parlour-food and burned the pots
And sometimes suffered from poor-guts;
Limed at the bars, blagged with the boys
And came home to an empty house.
The girls came by, we told them lies;
We promised them the moon and skies.
But all good things must one day end,
You lie in bed, ask God to send
Someone to keep you always warm.
You visualize her rounded form,
Her skin soft as a baby's yawn,
Her breath as sweet as early morn;
Her mind as brilliant as the sun
Yet condescends to be the one.
These are the best days of our lives,
The batchie pads, now homely hives;
Those were the wasted days of lives
Now relegated to archives.
For so much love in our lives,
We thank God for our lovely wives
And though their tongues be sharp as knives,
We could not live without our wives.
Copyright ©2011 by G. Newton V. Chance
- G. NEWTON V. CHANCE
- George Newton Vivian Chance (Trinidad and Tobago) -- member of the Poet Society of Trinidad and Tobago, http://poetssocietytt.blogspot.com/ and the World Poets Society, http://world-poets.blogspot.com/ -- born in Tobago on 3rd March 1957. While residing at Rio Claro was inspired to write over a hundred poems at the turn of the Millennium. Hobbies include playing wind instruments, building computers, observing nature, reading and writing poetry. Believes that the power of a song is in its ability to evoke emotions by the marriage of lyric and music but that music without lyric can be just as powerful, that lyric without music can also be just as powerful, that there is music in the lyric and that lyric can be simple yet profound. Also, in this the age of computers, would like to model his lines after simple and efficient code and, analogous to Object Oriented Programming, achieve most of his imagery from nouns and verbs, avoiding the bloat and excess of unnecessary adjectives. This is what he aspires to attain in his poetry.
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