My hair began to leave my head, when I was twenty three
Flying away on a breeze that took it far away from me
Maybe I should have chased it, and stuck it back with glue
But then again that might have been a silly thing to do
Wonderful imagery. Tactfully envisioned and depicted. Beautiful poem Thanks for sharing. .....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly, amusing, Loved reading it