12/5/2016 12:58 PM
It's written in rhymes, the grammar might not make complete sense.
My only friend
I found you in the city of Flint,
I weaved you friend in my soul,
Because you have over the city poured light rays,
For me a ray of light there spread.
I strayed there, long weeks,
There I have pressed my pain in my heart,
I wanted to tell someone,
To tell someone from my heart, the longing that chokes!
I didn't find anyone there,
Not a single person that should understand me,
I wanted there to tell my sorrow,
I saw you from far, saw you going.
I saw you coming closer,
Till your [? bloch] touched my grief!
I embraced you in my arms,
Together we used to walk in the city.
And there in that small city!
I found the one and only friend,
There where I found grief and sorrow,
I won a [?] friend!
Flint Mish, March 9th 1914