Herbert Nehrlich Poems

I see you, standing in the station's light, my mother
a frigid wind blows, cruel accomplice of the night
your loving arms hold tightly now my little brother
a few stray glances linger, leave our sorry plight.
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They all are, those bitches,
blackmailers, connivers,
nothing can wait a second longer,
tomorrow le deluge perhaps,
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Yes, Mrs. Smith I surely would
hold hands with you if I just could
and with my innermost good feelings
I'd try to talk to you of healings
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I told you the truth.
And, in answer
to your question,
it is the inside
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She gave to all,
with caring hands
and warmth of heart.
They called her,
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You say where there is smoke there must be fire
while pointing at the mansion I now own,
no man will stand here calling me a liar
a blackmailer, and crook, who's rotten to the bone.
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And when the light
at the far end
of Hope street
silently slips over the horizon
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It's the wife who is partial to mutts,
I must say I consider it nuts
one is black aone is white
neither racially right
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Well, there was nothing else to do,
homework had been assigned
to late tomorrow, after lunch,
and this was just a day, too good
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On a bench in the Mall
sat a man who was old.
When a teen who was tall
sat, without being told
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