Friday, September 29, 2006

Excuses

It's the roots that we grow
as we grow older,

It's wishing once again
we were fresher still,

It's the mother that we make
with a new hairdo,

And the noise of us
as we fall to sleep.

4 comments:

katy said...

you know how, just the other day in a comment on my blog you mentioned how you missed a longer katy poem? i guess, without realizing it, i had been feeling the same way about a shorter ashraf poem.

thepoetryman said...

Ashraf,
Very subtle and moving...

Hope all is well...

Peace.

(Hello, Katy.)

_z. said...

moving words ashraf. contemplative!

Anonymous said...

Besides
'the mother that we make
with a new hairdo,'
I was not moved.

Love,
Ton frère Ahmad