A Question Not For Me Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
A Question Not For Me
For days on end I wondered,
about the way the world decides
who of the chosen few will be
the one to hold her little hands,
and squeeze the rosy flesh
just for the pleasure of
her superfragilistic company.
Another morale-booster for our Tara? Even if it isn't, I find it sweet, tender, and touching.
One of the mysteries of the world, Herbert, presented in such a sweet way. Raynette
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4/26/2024 9:31:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
H, to be thought of by you is everything. This piece is indeed so tender and compassionate, like its author. t xxxxxxx