Intermediate On Jerry H.- Ostbf Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

It came, of course, why would it not
down to the wire as the pundits say,
behind the break a bit of fleshy rot
which must be flushed and spirited away.
The leg is coming good, I see it from afar,
and energy is just around the closest bend
some day, my trusted friend you'll see the bar
from the inside, and there will be a precious blend.
I know you cannot stand the patience devil, no
we are not made to hand our dignity to those
who do their best but at a cost for every silly pro
fret not, my mate, you'll look soon down your nose
at all the doubters and the weak ones, mark my word,
as time goes by you count the days until it comes
you see the feathers of a cute familiar bird
your march begins, you're going home. You hear the drums?

Behave yourself and rest to gain new strength
partake of morsels that your better half brings in
you might forget and never really feel the length
of all those weeks until you wear again your grin.