Poetry by Jim: I cut my hair

The new do

was long and thin
with a bald spot
showed some skin
where hair was not

years of growing
with just one cut
wavy and flowing
added some strut

no money it cost
to let it grow
friends I lost
they didn’t know

people were rude
said cut your hair
they were skewed
I really don’t care

greyish and white
not red anymore
it shined in the light
as it fell to the floor

when it was long
forever to clean
now that it’s gone
shiny and sheen