My hair stood sideways, straight up, and then down.
I had the most uncontrollable mop in the town.
I stared in the mirror and sighed, “Oh dear me …
With hair like this, what will today likely be?”
I tripped on my sock as I walked across the floor,
Then bumped into tables as I walked to the door.
The cat spilled my coffee. My toast burned to black.
And my hair shouted, “Buddy, get back on track.”
I pulled out a comb, but it stuck with a snap.
I would look better if I’d just wear a cap.
I said, “If my hair won’t behave or obey,
No wonder that my days always feel this way.”
I tried on a cap, but it wasn’t right for me.
I said, “Really? Is this the way it must be?”
It seemed that the chaos atop of my head
Had leaked into everything else that I did.
Yet right when I grumbled, “I’m done. I give in.”
A soft little chuckle rose from the Spirit within.
Life’s messes may tangle, twist, topple, or pull …
But a little wisdom popped in and brightened my skull.
For some folks, you know, with a smooth, shiny crown,
Have no hair to wrestle when their days tumble down.
So when life is a snarl and you just want to yell—
Be thankful you’ve got some hair left to pull, as well.
