The Ponytail Poet

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