Stressed? 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.