Sometimes I hate that "What'sApp" video
why does it always ring when I'm
dressed in a towel and my hair's like a bird's nest?
Here I am, age over 70, still a vain
slave to my hair – my frizzy, curly hair.
I've always envied those girls.
With hair they could toss
hair they could wash, leave, and look great.
Only THEY could go swimming
and look good afterwards,
or rush in radiant from the rain
Not worrying they would soon
look like a Brillo pad.
Shallow, jealous me.
YOU wanted to be a better person
I wanted long lank hair.
Every six months I would have my hair
torture that left it straight
but dry and split.
And those nights!
Try sleeping with two massive rollers
on top of your head
with the rest of your hair wound round
all kept in place with toilet paper.
No wonder I led a moral life.
"And what about the color"?
Ha! I was grey. Once.
For about a year.
I remember the day I went to visit
An elderly friend in her retirement home
someone in the lift asked me
what floor my room was on.
I had no choice but to
return to being "Medium Brown".
Recently, at a charity luncheon
I met someone with such lovely hair.
She said it was a wig!
So yes, I've bought a "hair piece"
Just for emergencies.
It falls to my shoulders
and changes me into someone else.
STILL CRAZY AFTER ALL THESE YEARS