Fools Like Us Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

The say that all of us grow up to grieve
the lack of love a child ought to receive.
We therefore go through life to find revenge
inside a square or such, an open henge.
And if we fail to find our paradise
let's drown the elbow patched, the shaded eyes.

I know, my lovely friend, you were deprived
and things got worse indeed when I arrived.
Today I'm truly yours, you choose the tools.
would you please join me on, our Ship of Fools