Hair Today

How sweet strains sour

Love is hair today

 gone tomorrow

It was copious once

Springing in youth

threaded with daisies

and orange blossoms

Unknown, the sparseness

of seasons that lay ahead

or the lice of indifference

that nibble away its roots

Sweat and toil just

burnished it some more

as two heads met in

fragrant, flowing places

And beauty was beheld

even in tousled disarray

Till the disquieting days

of grey swept in

ruffling sleek certainty

with slovenly doubt

Faith’s tresses clipped

Replaced by the fear of fall

The buoyance fell flat and

we assumed colors

from black to burgundy

But the colors leached out

The ‘perms’ never lasted

And bleached hope never

revived in steamy salons

Wispy and worn we were

left thumbing for passion

in 50 shades of grey

Author's Note

Not applicable to all ;)

Reviews

[Dave Brown]

well written with great humor
In our case, the relationship has lasted in spite of the hair which didn't
You are doing some very good pieces
Too bad they tend to slip out of memory (especially my memory along with the hair)
Should be some way to have them all, at the same time, blasted up on some screen so the real good ones don't fade away

[AJNJ]

As I said in my author's not this doesn't apply to everyone, my friend. I compliment you on the great relationship you share. That's a blessing for sure. Tried my hand at some wry humour and I'm grateful for your kind words. Means a lot. Thanks a ton!