I must, to stay within the zone <br />keep down the electronics <br />Conduction through my funny bone <br />sets off those histrionics. <br /> <br />A piece of cake to overstay <br />one's welcome, gained anew, <br />what if she smiles as if to say <br />I need you like the flu? <br /> <br />A million gallons smoothed those stones <br />a journey's murky green, <br />exotic fish, their muffled tones, <br />blue algae in between. <br /> <br />My hope is that the noisy geese <br />that swim above and chatter, <br />stay clear of the great golden fleece <br />and take their pitter-patter <br /> <br />off to the banks to make their nests <br />while life goes with the flow, <br />hold secrets close to feathered chests <br />as time now fades below. <br /> <br />So, let me be just like a fish, <br />talk only now and then. <br />Present to you a single wish <br />the wish of mice and men. <br /> <br />You know, of course, the old adage <br />that folks will come to join, <br />some dress in stealth and camouflage <br />while others toss a coin. <br /> <br />To walk with people for a while <br />there comes a time to turn, <br />some may be waiting with a smile <br />and a bouquet of fern. <br /> <br />As I observed (and you can see) <br />my soul is histrionic, <br />perhaps there is some hope for me <br />through Gordon's Gin and tonic..<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-to-worry/
