Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Stones - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

The day you're born the midwife says
Your father rests his head in hospital,
Your kids get married, grandkids come,
You walk through life and feel so driven,
You lived but left a few unturned, they were
And then, one day they put you down among the

Comments about Stones by Herbert Nehrlich

  • (8/9/2005 8:29:00 PM)

    A good rythmical poem.

    Amicalement votre
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  • (8/9/2005 8:42:00 AM)

    Guess you're lucky if you miss gallstones! Good poem, Herbert.

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  • (8/9/2005 8:01:00 AM)

    Very good one Herbert. This is one of those poems that really sticks in your memory. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

  • (8/9/2005 6:46:00 AM)

    I like this one...well written! (Report) Reply

  • Theorem Thetruthserum (8/9/2005 6:40:00 AM)

    Nice dude...you have come up with some of the best stuff I have read hear. (Report) Reply

  • (8/9/2005 6:35:00 AM)

    I expect more from the gravestone than the milestones. Thanks, H. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 9, 2005

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