I spent the morning
trying to remove
the heavy frame
of an old friend.
He'd stepped upon
my tootsie toes
by accident,
or by design.
At last, when cyanosis,
the lack of blood
was setting in
I grabbed him by
the dangling bits.
He screamed
which made me think.
And change my tac.
I gently tickled
the soles
of both his feet.
Not once
but many times.
Voilà, fait accompli
My toes complained
for many weeks,
I told them to be still.
Our friendship stands
in any storm
as friendship always will.
Very nice Herbert....friendship is a strong thing if you can find it!
A great poem Herbert! Imagine you squirming in pain but saying nothing! That's friendship!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I note you use the same technique I use with my dentist. The moment he starts probing my mouth with various instruments, I reach back, gently grab him by the testis, at the same time saying, 'we're not going to hurt one another, are we? '