My
Long Hair
I sit with scholarly repose
Pondering upon some ancient prose
Wishing, I suppose
It could tell me how the world goes
So I look in the mirror
With a poetic gaze
At my uncut, unkempt hair
And how it curls over my ears
Then I pause with philosophic refrain
To pen this simple quatrain
Here in this mortal plane
To prove I am not insane
To prove I am not insane
(Unpublished)