When your life seems an endless Sahara
do not reach for the trusted mascara
If it's tears to replace
in your lovely old face
go and hug her, the mother of Tara.

I've been called worse than thinly sliced bread
I don't hear any voices in bed.
But for every malaise
there is tincture of praise
I remember what THIS lady said.

Do I wonder if love can make war
seems I've seen it all bothered before.
What a woman rejects
doubles back and reflects
a cantankerous scruffy old boar.

As a man I perceive many vibes
from my spirits in thousands of tribes.
it's a smile they are sharing
with all those who are caring,
I'm not one though who oversubscribes.

Herbert Nehrlich

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-saying-hi-back/