I'd sent it to you, longhand mostly, <br />forgetting that you would prefer <br />the English version, blow me down, <br />had spent a week to translate all <br />into the Kaiser's language, on my own. <br />Same time next year it said, a catch, no doubt <br />I dreamed to take the worn out path, of course, <br />the very thought was like a shot of straight morphine, <br />but you, in sober mood, you ruled the damn thing out. <br /> <br />Well, I shall go each year and sit there sipping ale, <br />there's cable and the papers full of news, <br />perhaps some year I shall come back to tell the tale <br />when she dropped in and said, good day mate, my recluse.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/same-time-next-year-2/
