It's been with me for forty years,
It was auburn not no more.
Now salt and pepper I greatly fear,
Not at all like before.
It sits right there, under my nose,
Twitching a bit now and then.
While I'm writing poetry or prose,
You can imagine where it's been.
11/06/10 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem