Between the trees, he stood, that lonely man. <br />Looking out with eyes that did not quite see. <br />In his sad mind there really was no plan, <br />He knew not what would be his destiny. <br /> <br />He’d spent so many hours just standing there, <br /> Days fine and sunny, cold or thick with snow. <br />And seemingly his brain was unaware <br />That he was pacing slowly to and fro. <br /> <br />The days when he had worked, had loved, had smiled, <br />When things were good and life held happiness, <br />Were gone, and now no job, no wife, no child. <br />Alone he faced the world in deep distress. <br /> <br />He must somehow take hold and try to mend, <br />The broken heart that shattered with the grief. <br />To forward go, to turn the final bend, <br />And leave the past behind and find relief. <br /> <br />Between the trees, he stood, that lonely man, <br />And looking up towards the sky, he said, <br />‘You’ll both be with me through my earthly span, <br />To meet again in paradise ahead’. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-broken-heart-4/
