Written 18th May
Hair Composition Poetry Contest - Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
Be dark or fair, folk have pride in their hair Although often hair leads one to despair Finding it's tousled and tied up in knots After sleeping upon one's precious locks. Or when hair has been lovingly blow-dried Getting caught in the rain and tears are cried For you and me hair’s our crowning glory Without hair on head tops, what would life be. Hair enhances one’s looks, protects one’s fun Stops scalps from burning when out in the sun It keeps heads warm when the weather is cold Hair's certainly worth its value in gold. Through the years my hair has turned shades of grey It can't be helped, it's simply natures way I don't mind the grey, I treasure the gift That brightens the day, giving one a lift. My humble blessings may have you appalled Because of them who happen to be bald To me being bald is beauteous too What's in the heart, not on the head, makes you.
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