HAIR STYLIST'S LAMENT

a poem by Nancy Ellen Crossland, USA - poetry writer, author, poet


With arsenal readied and fully stocked,
Another day begins frantically racing with the clock,

Brushes, combs and scissors are my line of defense,
Coloring, shampoo and repair for those split ends
Not to mention those bad haircuts so immense,

The doors are open the battle is on
My nine o'clock appears with photo in hand,
"Can you make me look like this"?
"Certainly but I'm sorry to say, I left my magic wand
home again today"!

Then Mrs. Flynn walks in needing volume
What do I say?
Hair so sparse and thin
I'm holding back a grin,

But I do my best with what I have
To please them one and all,

The aching feet and back are all my battle scars,
And days when I'd like to say: "Shove It"
Those three words make it all worthwhile when they say,
"I Love It"!


Nancy Ellen Crossland
©2008

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