When it was the time

Richard Zimler’s book are very fine
The Warsaw Anagarm, I love the best
I wish that we could meet to drink or dine

If my book were paper,I’d draw lines
Underneath  the sentences I’d rest
Richard Zimler’s book are very fine

Back  up North, we  ate our meal at noon
I don’t intend this sentence  as a test
I wish that we could meet to drink  good wine

Imagination, tenderness ,aligned
If only  men would kill each other less
Yet Richard Zimler’s book are very fine

The sorrow and the love, the feeling signs
My heart so moved ,I felt in in my breast
I wish that we could meet to drink  good wine

To lack of  feeling,I was once resigned
My heart blew open  when it was the time
Richard Zimler’s book are very fine
I wisht we  all could meet to drink or dine