Thoughts: Pensive is the color

Welcome to the house, that isn’t there at all,

All that stands is a door within the wall.

The door stays shut, it is not locked,

not all who want though can enter the block.

No lights, no fan, no window for sight,

Just a chair in which a man sits and stares,

The innocence gone, the youth taken away

An old man with a look pensive and gray.

Thinking and recollecting what could have been,

A life so beautiful, so serene.

Alas the time is all but come, for him to run his course.

A wise man once said “life is what happens, when we are making other plans”

He scoffed when he remembered this, for it made no sense then.

He was young, unbound and a carefree lad

But now as clear as the morning light

He remembers those words and holds back his choke, realizing he has lost the fight.

Life’s moved on, for him…not too well,

There is nothing left for him, but to sit and dwell

What happened, what didn’t, what could have been,

In a chair, on which I sit….and stare.


4 responses to this post.

  1. Considering it is amateur work, the poetry and prose blended well… enjoyed the lyrical quality as much as the good old story


  2. Well thanq very much. 🙂


  3. Posted by Aditi on May 23, 2011 at 6:38 PM

    Very well written. The rhyme scheme is a bit confusing, but good nonetheless. Well done!


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