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What Could It Be ?
A Small Little Mountain ?
Where did it come from ?
You have to be kidding ?
I think we all have had a time
That we would like to forget
A personal struggle
When we feel helpless and uncomfortable
We ask questions there are no answers to
How long will it last ?
When will it be gone ?
Not soon enough
I am looking for a little snow on top of the mountain
That would make me happy
It's an odd thing to talk about
Many people just put it out of their mind
Males or females it doesn't matter
When we were young it happened too often
Parents try to convince us it wasn't that bad
But we knew better
Slick advertisers made a fortune
Selling products that may or may not have worked
Not sure where else to turn
We bought them sometimes by the advice of our friends
In secret we hid
So our friends and family cannot see
Many times it was in a place
Every angle it was in full view
What were we supposed to do ?
Luckily in time
It disappeared without notice just like when it surfaced
Embarrassing as it may be
At age 51 it happened to me