Drive Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Drive
When I was still home in my hive
Dad said PUT your gray matter in DRIVE.
Doing AS I was told
made me fearless and bold
and what's more, it has kept me alive.
I admit that I aim to impress
as a wordsmith in English, no less.
Yet I harbour some fears
that, when judged by my peers
that the verdict is anyone's guess.
You are ever the exacting scientist of the written language- perfect form and humor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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4/24/2024 11:46:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
May I second Robert's remark and add a large does of compassion and a fine ear for the music of all language. You're a legend Herbie! love, Allie xxxx