Dental Wisdom Poem by Adryan Barnathan

Dental Wisdom

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When we are young,
life smiles at us
with a perfect set of
pearly white teeth.

When we grow older,
every time someone
we love dies,
it's like having
one of those teeth
painfully extracted

If we reach old age,
when there are only
1 or 2 teeth left
when life smiles at us...
it looks pretty scary!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Herbert Nehrlich1 05 May 2005

Haiku for this poem: Perfectly white teeth civilisation does not allow too many. H

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