The liar
With great desire
To have a hair
That resembles mine
Started when she was nine

But now 20 years later
The story is better
For she no more wants
Any thing that’s mine

She stares at me and looks sad
But I am alive not yet dead
Got no hair, I am another brand

I got cancer
But I seem to be happier
Coz my time is much shorter
And every day the light gets brighter

June 8,2005

Konjit Berhane

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/getting-brighter/