Radio plays Bach
We wait for snow to fall
I like the winter
The fire is hot
I look at Oldie cartoons
I am smiling now
Humour is the best
I can’t tell jokes very well
But I am learning.
A very old man
Gave me his seat on the bus
I must look fragile.
My hair is too short
I look like a prisoner
My man liked it long
I don’t like my hair
But I can’t see it myself
I have no mirror
Why think about that
When the world is so cruel?
I am not perfect!
How my heart sings 