Ode To My Hair Poem by Paul Warren

I liked my hair
Especially now it's not there
So wavy and dark
Combing it was such a lark

When I was young
It was long as was done
And hair was great in rock
Waving around in such a shock

In my olden days
You could comb it in different ways
And when standing in the sun
You hardly needed a hat for fun

Looking back at my youth there
There are photos of me with hair
But now there are only wispy bits
Where shaving is the end of it

So when at rock shows
My head had no where to go
And I have a collection of hats
That are interchanged at that.

© Paul Warren Poetry