A letter from a friend <br />arrived today. <br />Tidbits of news, <br />the local flood <br />and all results <br />of football matches. <br /> <br />A clipping fell <br />from in between <br />the pages, <br />it caught my eye. <br /> <br />And it was you, <br />my friend <br />of old, <br />we could not ever <br />forget you, <br />'Dickerle', <br />named Robert. <br /> <br />It took some time <br />for printed matter <br />to reach the shores <br />of my small island. <br />But I am happy <br />that it has <br />now landed. <br /> <br />And now I sit <br />and plan <br />the trip, <br />that was not on <br />until <br />twothousandsix. <br /> <br />We need to <br />have a talk <br />at your new home.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-death-notice/
