To my Friend - Otto

Through the horrors
of the Nazi Holocaust we passed,
- the lucky ten percent,
through years of drudgery
we stood steadfast,
going our separate ways,
- the lucky ten percent,
the blows of fate striking us
in many ways,
- and yet,
we were the lucky ten percent,
dreaming of worlds - unfulfilled,
of selves - never accomplished,
- and yet,
we were the lucky ten percent,
and sometimes your spirit was low,
and sometimes mine,
but yet, nothing could faze us,
for we knew,
that every breath we took
- was a present,
every flower we saw
- a treasure,
every moment of life - holy,
a gift of Jehovah
to the remnants of his people,
- the Holocaust survivors.....

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz