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Take your pen and write these things, oh poet,
Write down the dilemma of the ages,
Has perturbed the minds of many sages,
The journey of man between birth and death,
The pleasure and the pain of life in stages.
The months of morning sickness and regret,
From pleasure, harrowed thoughts of pregnancy,
On whether to abort or let it be;
Sometimes conception can, as much, be threat
To hapless mother as to helpless baby.
The midwife shares experience but not pain
Of labour, to deliver when it’s due,
Duty is honour to usher a new
Life, the womb’s late loss is the world’s new gain
Without which pain there would be no me or you.
After nine long months of uncertainty,
(Sadly, sometimes it can be premature
Or, even worse, sometimes it can be more,)
Appears the object of expectancy
Who, after a mother’s tears, opens the door.
A mother’s tears and baby’s skin now dry,
The cord of physical attachment cut,
(Though emotional connection cannot,)
Swift slap on butt elicits a sharp cry
Of first breath, pleasure and pain portends her lot.
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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