I’ve written many poems <br />Following the variously scattered and tattered <br />Paths of my life and thoughts. <br /> <br />I’ve tried to chronicle <br />Hopeful afternoon smiles <br />And lonely midnight tears; <br />I’ve tried to confront lingering ghosts <br />And banish fears. <br /> <br />I’ve written of childhood friends <br />And reciting prayers for little cats; <br />I’ve put together words <br />From conversations I’ve heard <br />About love affairs and simple cares <br />Like the current price for apples. <br /> <br />I’ve tried to find phrases <br />That instill bakery smells <br />And the joy of a summery day. <br /> <br />But if I could refine my skills <br />To describe more precisely <br />The fleeting moment of delicate beauty, <br />If I was immensely a greater poet, <br /> <br />I would write of nothing more <br />Than once having seen your hair <br />In the most exquisitely adorable ponytail <br />That has ever existed, <br /> <br />And everybody would call me <br />The ponytail poet.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ponytail-poet/
