Was it only a dream
Those dreadful years
In Warszawa cold
In Warszawa starving
Ghetto staring
Eye to eye to
Eyes of surrender
No choice in living
No matter living
Searching into
Darkened eyes
For a heart of gold
In Warszawa cold
In Warszawa starving
Tag: dreadful
Karl Frieburg Jr. (day 672)
The dreadful spring
Every single year
Without relent
I’m left with allergies
Some say it goes
Some say it lasts
6 years or so
But not for me
Not since I was
A wee gooseling
Splashing in little pools
Following my sweet mother
I’ve been so stuffed up
It’s impossible
Simply impossible
What is a goose to do?
I honk, I honk loudly
All day I honk
This way and that
Not angry, just congested
Karl can be purchased here.