You Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
You
The very word may be too much,
one knows one's own identity
to do what seems appropriate
and somewhat lucrative, of course.
Will you tell me, my childhood friend
just who I am, and then you could,
with tears of laughter in your eyes,
reveal the innermost and purple secrets
of your ageing heart. Yes it is me!
I do not care but hug the floor with trepidation,
you will be fine, it is the thought that makes me wild,
no matter what I shall be there, in all that's free,
I would forever hold you tight my precious child.
Thanks, Raynette. I don't worry too much about these lowlifes. Hazell's sins are too sick to post here. He thinks that he can attach himself to others like a maggot and thus cover up his flawed character. It's too bad that management here allows convicted felons to post at all. He has found that no one takes him seriously in the Forum so he ventures into other places where real, decent folks live and congregate. I would not worry about trash like that, Raynette. You and I know who we are. Thanks for looking in. Best, H
Herbert, you ought to take off a vicious comment like David just gave you. I love this poem, and I think you are such a fine person and a talented writer. Dont leave this taunt on your lovely poem. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Thanks, Ted. You could always look in my biography on this site. You won't find anything in there about child molesting. H