More Than a Hair Salon Widower

I'm loathe to agonize, but it's an issue guys! Some cash wafts heaven sent, but spoils like excrement! It's shops long hours that stink (are driving me to drink!) I sit home long retired. She's younger, art inspired; she loves her work's deft strokes on hair for gals (YES! BLOKES!) Immediate cut's praise (while poet waits for days! I drown in Facebook jokes and wonder if praise hoax for posted verse I write and launch into "good night." Some guess Love's fantasy (I doubt that it's just me! Alright, let's say I dream!) I will admit I scheme! Fake praise (my choice) to slams, from digital 'I AM's!' I'm proud, in fact, to share a love that's mine! I dare to dream she's coming home, that love means we don't roam! Fate lurks if fates exist? Her bliss helps me get kissed! My sacrifice, right now, earns star? Gosh! Holy cow! She's younger, should I blush, or just say she's my crush; her laughter floats my boat; she's poison's antidote! To artists, she's a brush, to patrons, she's art's rush! Though blind, I think I'd see that loving her I'm free to be myself! Complaints? Love blooms with no constaints! My life's what I'd propose if she was just a rose! Folks get this (or they faint), but I am sure no saint! Long Tooth May 8th in 2023