Herbert Nehrlich - Paternity

A flash of faded pink,
one lonely shoe in brown,
the other would have gone
in search of better paths,
what bothered folks the most
was her audacity, of sorts,
there was no good excuse,
no matter what the circumstance.

One ought to have a touch of class,
go out in style, and with a bang.
This was so full of idiosyncrasy,
curled up just like the one inside
her swollen belly, of no further use,
you should have shouted, girl,
no one will ever hear the whimper of
the likes of you. I guess you knew.

Herbert Nehrlich

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