Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Hair today, gone tomorrow

But at my back I always hear / Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near --Andrew Marvell

Carrying out the barber's mission,
Scissors snick with cool derision.
Down in my lap, I smirk to see
snipped silver locks,which came from me.
My thoughts turn dark, my smile galled:
Will I first go gray -- or just bald?



3 comments:

  1. What a great poemto celebrate this slice of your life. I have embraced my gray...the chin hairs, not so much.

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  2. Mr. k went gray in his 20's and is now a little short on hair. He's still handsome. I'm sure you are too.

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  3. I love how you found poetry in a haircut! I love your word choice. Isn't getting older so weird?

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