Tuesday, 05 February 2013
The Story Behind My Haircut
By Arlene Corwin
I was trying to get used to death -
The dying starting long before.
I cut my hair!
It sounds inane,
But growing older, if you’re sharp
And see the symptoms,
You know you’ll want comfort. Vain
I am, but can’t afford the trouble
Of the upkeep to keep up attention
Not to mention uselessness.
I’m trying to adapt to old-ness.
When I noticed coldness
In the eyes that once were hot
Became as simple as a dimple,
And I’m pleased to say,
The days are easier this way.
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