For A Chance To Be Happy Poem by Cecil (cj) Krieger

The winter weekend came in cold
Chasing the last remnants of autumn away

Looking down Tinker Street
Far, far off in the distance
One could almost see
The last of autumn
Waving it's farewells to Woodstock

The music and voices
That normally appeared
No longer filled the village green
Still, there were a few stragglers
Who foolishly waited
Never taking to account
The cold north wind
And biting chill in the air
That somehow managed
To push the winter coats aside
And chill the bones
Of the few who came
Staring down Tinkers winding road
There was an emptiness
That balanced the summer crowds

A yin and yang of life
That shared two sides
Of the same coin

While inside of my head
I wondered
If I walked through this Catskill hamlet
Just beyond the turn
Of the bend in the road up ahead
I might find summer
Hiding somewhere
Between the old shops
That lined the street
Just waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Like me
For a chance
To be happy again