I looked in the mirror this morning, and then
a bit later on I looked in it again;
there'd been no great change
I was really appalled
that the greying has now
been replaced by the bald.
(Written Dec 2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, John Carter. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.