Well, huckin' fell, I could not hold your hand, <br />it was this thing I've had since I was born <br />no teacher would, nor could you understand <br />how, in my soul the shreds of decency are torn. <br /> <br />You died my friend, or should I call you that? <br />Without the comfort of the human touch, <br />I could not even give you one small pat <br />to see you off, I do not count for much. <br /> <br />It was your hour of great need and I was picked <br />the most inept of all your busy friends, <br />and as the clock inside your body ticked <br />you were just wondering how all this ends. <br /> <br />Your eyes were focused on my frightened face, <br />there seemed to be a sudden loss of light, <br />it was not you who stretched as for a brace, <br />and it was me who lost the will to fight.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bad-choice/
