Perchance

Perchance



I'll never know his name nor assume his thoughts,
This man I saw perchance today

Approaching from a distance I paid not much mind

Closer yet, the eyes adjust to features I have known 
This man perchance I've met?

His walk is slow, and carefully he treads
The pavement's edge on  wooded back country road

No smile graced his face, but simple warmth did so exude 
This ragged man I met perchance today

No words exchanged, just one perplexing gaze
As quickly I sped by

This world of mine, this world of his
Perchance they do collide?

I wonder now if I had stopped and gathered all my thoughts,
Engaged him in the spoken word within his world and mine

What would I learn perchance?

Would I learn that men are not created equal? 
That all men are intertwined somehow?

I judge not men by countenance alone ,
but by the spoken word

I listened with my heart to words unsaid

An honest man I think perchance I met
By the side of the road this day

And me the poorer man for sure
Perchance, perchance, perchance

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Skat A

January 20, 2013 at 5:31 PM

Nice featured poem~SKAT

Skat A

January 20, 2013 at 5:31 PM

Nice featured poem~SKAT

Poet Destroyer A

January 20, 2013 at 9:31 AM

Terry Noack, :-) Congratulations with your featured poem of the week. Take care and have yourself a lovely Sunday.... always & forever *LINDA

Debra Squyres

January 16, 2013 at 12:14 PM

Welcome to the "Soup"...another talent we have to enjoy in our mix. I found this on the featured page and had to comment for I found not only the writing superb but the subject matter so sensitive and thought provoking.

Terry Noack

January 17, 2013 at 9:30 AM

I so appreciate your comments ...

Arturus Australis

January 13, 2013 at 3:48 PM

Offer a word of greeting couched in a smile and who knows where it might lead. Nice work Terry.

Carol Eastman

January 12, 2013 at 11:10 AM

Very thought provoking.

Honestly J.T.

January 10, 2013 at 4:12 PM

Hmmm.... maybe you had met him before, who knows? Good poem - JH

Terry Noack

January 11, 2013 at 3:53 PM

Thanks, J.H. - I started the poem within minutes of seeing him. The very next week I finished it in the same spot. He reminded me of my wife's father.

Anne-Lise Andresen

January 10, 2013 at 7:10 AM

Welcome to P-Soup,Terry! Pleasant with the "new poets", you write very well. - Hope you will get much pleasure to share your thoughts and poems here with us. - Have a enjoyable day - Love from Norway / / Anne-Lise :)