People come into our lives, <br />smiling, nodding, How are you? <br />They stay for a bit, smiling, nodding. <br />They eat off your table, <br />they use your name, <br />they smile, nod and say: <br />How are you? <br />Then, one day, after <br />they have eaten your food, <br />smelled your roses, <br />finished your Beaujolais <br />and slept on your pillow <br />they wait, until it's midnight. <br />And then, they stab you in the back. <br />Again, and again, and again. <br /> <br />And, if asked the obvious question, <br />WHY? The will say, after some <br />initial hesitation............ <br />NOTHING. That is, my dear friends, <br />because they have run. <br />Run to hide in Texas. <br />In a burrow, where only cowards, <br />cockroaches and evil spirits hide. <br />And that is, of course, sadly, <br />where they belong. <br />Because they do not have <br />what makes a normal human being. <br />Never will have.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roaches-that-stab/
