My Hair Poem by Phil Soar

My Hair



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

Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: loss
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Abdulrazak Aralimatti 19 September 2015

Truly, amusing, Loved reading it

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Kumarmani Mahakul 16 September 2015

Wonderful imagery. Tactfully envisioned and depicted. Beautiful poem Thanks for sharing. .....10

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