My Mustache Poem by Juan Olivarez

My Mustache



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

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