he would sit there
evening after evening
the old lonely man
on the old wooden bench
as if he had all the time left
in his world
to recollect and regret
lives and opportunities
aborted that now haunted
sometimes the lady
of the night wafted
redolent of past pleasures
as the wind flapped
thread worn tattered curtain
and twilight would reveal
silhouette of a caring
face hovering behind
tottering window sill
in his eyes were untold stories
but there was never time
to stop and listen
one evening the old
lonely man and wooden bench
were no longer there
the old house with thread bare
curtain and caring face
were no longer there
someday I will no longer
smell the white night flower
someday I will no longer
pass that way
Copyright ©2008 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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