Throughout it I have been, <br />for reasons quite unknown <br />drawn to the good ones, <br />meaning those who prayed, <br />and stayed at home, at night, <br />and for the dances, and fetes, <br />how many times I missed the chance <br />to get the flashy ones, oh yeah, <br />the extroverted boobs and, <br />of course the fashion dresses, <br />and jeans, lasciviously correct, <br />I almost cried at times because, <br />and thought that once this life, <br />and all the chances in it, were over <br />I would regret my own timidity, <br />for all eternity, no matter, flesh <br />and other structures, they may <br />be weak and totally inept. <br /> <br />For heretofore unknown and <br />undue reasons, I always did <br />drift into ordinary clearings, <br />where simple beauties did, <br />with homely features dwell, <br />but I have found that over time <br />things do not change for me. <br />Perhaps my home is where <br />the heart of hearts resides.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heart-of-hearts/
