How quickly have the fleeting days
of youth and beauty fled our frame —
the preening and the doting gaze
upon the mirror with our name;
The days when, in our youthful strength,
mirth and revel was our story,
when time seemed long and time was spent
grandly carving out our glory.
The years fly by too fast to hold,
fond thoughts and sorrows we retain;
alas! our bones grow brittlely old
and shrunken sinews stiff with pain.
The blessings of life, long and hale,
an infant burden has become —
the vital organs slowly fail;
alas! our limbs grow weak and numb.
And men, in mirrors of their minds,
more on their Maker meditate —
who on their brows the wrinkled lines
draws nearer each to his own fate.
How quickly have the fleeting days
of youth and beauty fled our frame —
in paths pursued, in many ways,
all different and yet all the same.
Copyright ©2001 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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