Every morning I do it,
I shower and wash my hair,
Dry myself and comb my hair.
As I look in the mirror
To get my hair right
And get the parting straight
The thought comes to me,
I wonder how many times,
How many times I have done it
And got the same hairs
Each side of the parting
Over the twenty seven thousand,
Two hundred and six days
Since my birth.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 2nd, 2023 01:10
- Comment from author about the poem: Just a stupid question that comes to my mind sometimes.
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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Comments4
Now, us two have lived hundreds of millions of DAYS then! You added in leap year days?
Yes we have Orchi but this fitted in quite well.
Andy
I calculate 6-10-48. Now if I add 6+10+48=64. You know what they say.
Very true 2781, 6-10-48 was a good year. Just add 10 to that 64 and that is my age now.
https://youtu.be/HCTunqv1Xt4
Andy
Seventy four is the new 64, apparently? I see the older fellow is still swift on the guitar. Music is a big part of the magic, may it keep blessing you x.
The poem's simplicity and accessibility make it relatable to a wide audience, while its underlying themes invite deeper contemplation and introspection.
Thank you for your thoughtful words Mottakeenur.
Andy
a slice of life, in a most eloquent
poetic voice
happy birthday my friend
if I be too early or late
know that I wish you, all the best!
Thank you Mek, my birthday is in October when I reach three quarters of a century.
Andy
ok, I'll try to remember
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