June 01, 2013

The Loser
from the book "Where the Sidewalk Ends" (1974)

Mama said I'd lose my head
if it wasn't fastened on.
Today I guess it wasn't
'cause while playing with my cousin
it fell off and rolled away
and now it's gone.
And I can't look for it
'cause my eyes are in it,
and I can't call to it
'cause my mouth is on it
(couldn't hear me anyway
'cause my ears are on it),
can't even think about it
'cause my brain is in it. I guess I'll sit down
on this rock
and rest for just a minute...

Shel Silverstein's  poems always remind me of my brothers. They are a crazy bunch of hooligans, but they're awesome. 

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