I always felt a little lost,
But my nose sure knew the way.
With courage high and light of heart
We set off every day.
One eye staring straight ahead,
The other looking round,
I kept a half eye on the ear
I had close to the ground.
But never was there any doubt
Who led this twisted form,
My nose was always out in front,
Come sunny day or storm.
And all my life I’ve walked that track
With all its highs and lows.
My questing spirit soaring
In the wind that blows my nose.
© Copyright Philip Barton 18 November 2018. All rights reserved.
