On Stress Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I thank you all, I'm surely blessed though from the waiting somewhat stressed. I note that one will get undressed, surprising though that she confessed that stresses long to be caressed. Myself, I always think it best that we see stress an honoured guest. In school where stresses manifest and pupils struggle to digest a million pages for each test, where teachers, often self-possessed, flaunt curly hairs upon their chest where no one gives the wicked rest and human spirits are oppressed, the system reproduces zest but all in vain and second best. Errare (true) humanum est my refuge is a woman's breast. Herbert

Your poem surely shows finesse- And less you think that I digress, I'll tell you how I handle stress: I put on music, then undress, Impatient for my love's caress. Raynette

Ah, the silver lining. So true and succinct. (Yep - I couldn't function without it) . t x

Fabulous read, Haines, Jr.! ! ! ! ! I work out nearly every day to keep the effects of life's stressors to a minimum, but yes, oh for the lessons. Miss you.