Stones Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Stones
The day you're born the midwife says
Milestones.
Your father rests his head in hospital,
Milestones.
Your kids get married, grandkids come,
Milestones.
You walk through life and feel so driven,
Milestones.
You lived but left a few unturned, they were
Milestones.
And then, one day they put you down among the
Gravestones.
Guess you're lucky if you miss gallstones! Good poem, Herbert. Raynette
Very good one Herbert. This is one of those poems that really sticks in your memory. Sincerely, Mary
Nice dude...you have come up with some of the best stuff I have read hear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 5:43:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I expect more from the gravestone than the milestones. Thanks, H.