Parting Question.

Goldfinch60



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.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline 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
  • Views: 13
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • orchidee

    Now, us two have lived hundreds of millions of DAYS then! You added in leap year days?

    • Goldfinch60

      Yes we have Orchi but this fitted in quite well.

      Andy

    • 2781

      I calculate 6-10-48. Now if I add 6+10+48=64. You know what they say.

      • Goldfinch60

        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

        • 2781

          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.

        • Mottakeenur Rehman

          The poem's simplicity and accessibility make it relatable to a wide audience, while its underlying themes invite deeper contemplation and introspection.

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you for your thoughtful words Mottakeenur.

            Andy

          • L. B. Mek

            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!

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank you Mek, my birthday is in October when I reach three quarters of a century.

              Andy

              • L. B. Mek

                ok, I'll try to remember



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