What Am I? (A Riddle Poem)
I lie here waiting patiently
Just to gently stroke your hair
Unless you think you need me
It seems you just don’t care
You sometimes forget about me
And leave me here alone
I always feel so neglected
When you leave me here at home
I am not the only one
That is in your life it’s true
I know you have another
With you all day through
I heard you say you wanted
A new one because I am old
You are going to replace me
How could you be so cold
I have been the very best
That I could ever be
Always right here ready
If you should ever need me
Gently take me in your hand
And hold me nice and tight
Let me have one hundred strokes
Before you turn out the light
What am I?
Your hairbrush!
Copyright © Anita Lovelace | Year Posted 2005
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