I am Not Ready Yet

I look at my dad hair and feel conflicted disgusted that it is this bad, great that it reminds me of Daddy he has been gone twelve years But I have his face, and I have his hair so how can I get angry about either? I look into the mirror in the morning smile and say “Hi, Dad”. I know I need a haircut I have been saying this for two weeks getting in the car is a big deal I am not ready yet Maybe tomorrow I say this is the ninth time I have said this a car wreck takes a lot out of a driver