A View Of Passing Over <br /> <br />I spoke with him last night, <br />my favourite uncle, bless <br />his soul, his heart and <br />all the riches he bestowed <br />upon the only one who would <br />on frosty nights go out to fetch <br />another piece for the old fireplace. <br />It took so little and I pleased <br />the man who built the church, <br />the bridge across the Rhine <br />and just before he died he spoke, <br />my boy, please note that in this life <br />all anger is just weeds but, in the end <br />pure hate can be admired as a tree.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hate-119/
