When Its No Longer Hair

November 28, 2006

 

When the rain falls, there's no hair to wet,
When the sun beats down, he begins to sweat.

No place to dye a favorite color or hue,
The wind blows, a maintenance-free do.

The girls like it, so I'm told,
Perhaps I'll know it when I'm old.

At combing time there's nothing to do.
Hairs some thoughts for me and you

This writing has certainly been fun,
Thinking on when my hair is gone.