Free Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Free
I was born to be me.
Perhaps not to be free.
But to live as another
after knowing my mother
was not on, not at all
though I don't have the gall
to be free of me,
or to be me and free.
Born free in the jungle
was a very big bungle.
You can take it from me
I can't bear to be free.
Herbert, if I may disgree I see you are free and geefully I plea 'let it be...let it be! ' LSP
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5/5/2024 12:50:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
No one is free from the slavery of self. Thanks, H!