gone were the days <br />when the veranda keeps a man <br />to fill its empty space <br />to watch again those countless <br />stars in the heavens <br />at night <br />when everyone is gone <br />to sleep <br /> <br />it is those books <br />those black and white letters <br />those rules and laws <br />they are those that took the man <br />away from it <br /> <br />how can this veranda sing again tonight? <br />how can an evening rain retain its meaning? <br /> <br />all these laws <br />unromantic and so unkind <br />all these men <br />have since then <br />become schemers <br />of cunning<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-veranda-without-you/
