My Hair

My Hair

My hair that’s been long for a decade
Has cruelly been shortened tonight
We’re going “somewhere” to a wedding
And I have to look ‘just right’

So a pony tail isn’t accepted
And nor is hair swinging and loose
It makes you look wild and decrepit
Or ever so fond of the juice

I love my wife so I listened
To each wonderful word that she said
Then went to the barbers and told him
I should follow the book that she read

I came out of the Salon and left there
Rich silver locks on the floor
But I secretly know that tomorrow
They will all start growing once more