The liar
With great desire
To have a hair
That resembles mine
Started when she was nine
But now 20 years later
The story is better
For she no more wants
Any thing that’s mine
She stares at me and looks sad
But I am alive not yet dead
Got no hair, I am another brand
I got cancer
But I seem to be happier
Coz my time is much shorter
And every day the light gets brighter
June 8,2005
Please tell me this poem is not true! the part about you having cancer! the part about seeing the bright side of life, I hope will be true of everyone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Konjit, I like this, I think it lacks maudilinity (if that's a word) . Well set out, with a sort of strange feeling of optimism. I cant quite expand on that just yet. Fondest Denis Joe