Upon a Long and Lonely Day

My first shot at a Quatern.

Upon a long and lonely day

There sits a man who felt dismay

His sorrows work against his will

However there he will lie still

 

There sings a woman of dark grey

Upon a long and lonely day

Her voice like water calm and smooth

Although unsure of where to soothe

 

Losing a war of constant strain

The man was lost in tears and pain

Upon a long and lonely day

Time took its toll and won’t restrain

 

A voice rang out loud that evening

Soft, smooth, and very alluring

Fell upon ears and soothed the pain

Upon a long and lonely day

Author's Note

Be gentle, this is my first try at this type of poem and I only put about an hour or so into this, pretty much a rough-draft.