Herbert Nehrlich 2
Music Of Oblivion - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich 2
I must have been a funny sight,
a beanie, snug in fit, tassled in gold,
a yellow beeswax candle for the night
and slippers to remind me just how old
and how decrepit I shall be in a few moons,
gait quite unsteady and the eye a hopeful stare,
such raucous laughter by the local small town hoons
but there is comfort in the nightlight's amber glare.
I broke the staplegun today, the hinges snapped
a thousand pages of my book, the one that paid,
there were a dozen of the pupils who had clapped
and they came up to me and served sweet lemonade.
I think I may just hang my hat there by the door,
life has been sweet but if you ask, it's way too brief,
please God forgive me for that Pennsylvania whore
and grant me mercy, after all I am no thief.
That was the doorbell, but he left, that silly boy,
perhaps a letter or a summons to appear,
I am so sorry but the Captain says Ahoy,
and there is music of oblivion in my ear.
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