Tonight the conversation is
let's say productive,
and somewhat lively,
all words are spoken
with fleeting smiles,
that do recur
and are
true testimony
to pleasant company.
What would we be,
in this triste world
without our friends
and their kind words,
their deeds
and songs
and patient ears.
I now must tell
about my friend
who visits me
on lonely days,
I do not know
how he decides
when I would like
his company.
Our faces light
as if a ray
of sun had come
to open doors.
We meet again
in gentle pleasure.
His name is Jack,
he has been called
a gentleman
and that he is.
He comes from stock
that forged the state
of southern lands,
called Tennessee.
He likes his ice,
from waters pure
and we will have to
leave it there.
We must get back
to ourselves.
It is what counts
in this gray world.
Have you taken leave of you spiritual senses? That would be a tremendous waste, an abomination, similar to giving the Devil a rose. H
Hi Herbert...This poem is very intriguing...and yes so very true...to have a friend or friends that one can connect with...that is special...putting rays of sunshine upon our faces...that is special...I like this very much...I like how you leave a little bit of mystery here...very well done, my friend... Lare
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I would like to translate this poem
This caught my eye whilst looking for Cadilac Cat poem Herbert. Good to have friends to drink in purity with. Nice work, I wish I could get it. 10 from not a top shelf girl! Tai