i like your hair she tells me <br />speaking everything but the lie <br />she describes it as the reason <br />why she could not stand to die <br /> <br />as she notices its flicker <br />and its beuty in the light <br />she relises it's rareness <br />it's beuty when in sight <br /> <br />she reaches out to touch it <br />i move away real fast <br />for looking should be enough <br />if you really want it to last <br /> <br />something so amazing <br />should never be abused <br />for once it has been broken <br />it can not be reused. <br /> <br />it's not the hair that matters <br />but the moral of this rhyme <br />for everything must die <br />as it grows older over time<br /><br />D.M. Barber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-the-moral-of-the-thing/
