Toshie Nohara Poems

When I was young
I loved watching seventy year old grandma
dress her long, black hair and
with a tortoise-shell comb,
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When the master takes his
dog for a
walk while
riding his
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Forty-eight summers
Snowy hair, barely left
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Walking alone now in Yokohama China Town
Missing his first date from London Town
Blaming cruel fate he met May
Regretting separation with dismay
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Roaring thunder
Taro not barking
Shivering
Under the car
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Let not our ego
Be our downfall
Wiser to say 'YES' or 'NO'
Rather than sitting on the wall, above all
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Honesty is the best policy
That's what we learn in school

Dishonesty isn't a word that everyone
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Munching, munching his favourite peanuts
The old man's denture dropped to the floor
Picking, picking up his denture
His poor head almost knock the floor　
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This maiden
does not play
Bingo
She is an
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