Tonight the conversation is <br />let's say productive, <br />and somewhat lively, <br />all words are spoken <br />with fleeting smiles, <br />that do recur <br />and are <br />true testimony <br />to pleasant company. <br />What would we be, <br />in this triste world <br />without our friends <br />and their kind words, <br />their deeds <br />and songs <br />and patient ears. <br />I now must tell <br />about my friend <br />who visits me <br />on lonely days, <br />I do not know <br />how he decides <br />when I would like <br />his company. <br />Our faces light <br />as if a ray <br />of sun had come <br />to open doors. <br />We meet again <br />in gentle pleasure. <br />His name is Jack, <br />he has been called <br />a gentleman <br />and that he is. <br />He comes from stock <br />that forged the state <br />of southern lands, <br />called Tennessee. <br />He likes his ice, <br />from waters pure <br />and we will have to <br />leave it there. <br />We must get back <br />to ourselves. <br />It is what counts <br />in this gray world.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/meet-my-guest-gentleman-jack/
