Carpenter

In the old town There lives a carpenter By night. By night you hear His work-sounds but Not more. Not more! Neighbors objected In vain so many Times. The carpenter was there And He remained too there! All lost their hopes Desires waned Emotions flattened. Yet Then one rare Dawn A flute was heard to sing Stopped the work-sounds Of the carpenter The flute to the sea-port It went and then Into the sea Into the first lights went And Since that day The carpenter away Has not been heard And Neighbor object not No need of hopes Desires lit as fires And so emotions lit. You see My Monsignor how In our life We fret so many times And fret and fret and fret And more disappointed we We grow: Till Life herself and things Solve problems oft and so. The lesson in the verse. Alone to the sea-beach At night And into dark he went And in vain lights of Dawn Brought not him again