Never Stops Growing!

I was always awfully self-conscious of my nose, a very tender topic indeed.

Of course it didn’t help with my brother’s remarks or how he tormented me.

He’d call me big nose every time he wanted to hit a nerve or make a point.

I never thought of it then but he had the same nose, from the tip to the joint.

All I knew was I was so self-conscious and always hid it with my hand.

Thinking everyone was looking at it, like it was my own personal brand.

They didn’t have plastic surgeries back then, so that was never an option.

I would somehow have to learn to live with it, like some do with adoption.

So here I was with a nose I hated and very prickly when the subject came up.

I’d quickly get a drink of water or soda and hide my big nose in the cup.

Will I ever grow out of this obsession, was a question I’d ask many times?

I always acted so guilty all the time, like I committed some terrible crime.

As I grew older I thought I'd over came this awfully self-debilitating faze.

Until I heard on the TV that our noses keep growing until we are in our graves.

Now I’m back with another question, how long will this nose grow to be?

HOLY COW, maybe I should stop right here, while I’m at sixty-three.

‘Cause if I live to be one hundred, it will have grown way past my knees.

Can you imagine the situations & problems I’ll have, every time I sneeze?

Written by,

Bonnie May