Well, huckin' fell, I could not hold your hand,
it was this thing I've had since I was born
no teacher would, nor could you understand
how, in my soul the shreds of decency are torn.
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Heartbreakingly brilliant. I'm at a loss for words on this. t x
This is surely one of your best, Herbert, in spite of the light word play at the beginning. (perhaps you might re-consider that one?) The last two stanzas are painful and awesome. Raynette
One of the most tender poems depicting the sadness and guilt we feel when we lose a friend I have read in quite awhile. Very powerful Herbert. Sincerely, Mary