Humane Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Humane
It's the heart that beats
its incessant tune
will it ever give in
at the change of the moon?
As our limbs succumb
to a leaden fatigue
and our minds obey
an empowering league,
it's the have-more plan
that was laid in our cots,
and humane is the word
of forget-me nots.
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Beyond all pains, the humane sticks to our soul, and offers appreciation. Thanks, great poem. Angie