Farewell Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Two lions, carved of stone
are lounging at the entrance.
Thus overseeing life as it unfolds
that early morning bare of promise.
He leaves, his alligator briefcase chained
next to a rolex thus completing his attire.
Brushed silver temples framing tiny renal vein
and facial features of a man in noble thought.
And as he purrs onto the treelined avenue
he does not glimpse the farewell wave behind blue drapes.
Two kings of jungle stay behind and guard his past
not understanding why there cannot be a future.