Not Being Perfect - Poem by Jan Freundschuh
'When I am dead, my Dearest, sing no sad song for me.........'
No! That's not what I meant to say (that old poem from my youth) .......
I meant to say, When I am dead and on the other side.........
I hope I don't make a mistake, and
Say the wrong thing.........
Like I did, in France, in my teens, with
A suitcase in each hand. Standing
Within a block or two of the train station,
But not sure in which direction it lay,
And I pictured the words, and I said them with
My best accent:
'Where is the station? Ou est la gare? '
But I mispronounced that word gare (gaaahr)
(I said, g-eh-r, [guerre] [war! ! ! ! ].
'Excuse me, where, oh, where is the war! ,
And nobody put two and two together.
Passerby after passerby,
Giving me the evil eye......
I hope I won't make the same
Kind of mistake,
In front of the pearly gates,
........If I have to ask for help........
And be looked at askance.
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