Bald Head

I can’t live without seeing you shave your bald head every morning, Then comes the after shave, toast and then the coffee pouring. Decaffeinated preferably, your day consists of the same routine Which is extremely boring. To me you move throughout your day and night slowly flowing, Like the words in my poetry. I try to speak and explain details of my day to you but I'll have a better chance of pulling out a tooth from you. Your laugh is slow and when you smile I can't help but realize you're growing old And no everyone it's not because between his teeth there's a hole, Between his cheeks there's just an old full soul. It's been weeks, months and years yet I've never seen you shed a tear until death was near. Close to you, next to you, yeah death was around you, It noticed you but it didn't want you. Death came and took her from you, that’s when you, became you. At night I love to see and hear you snoring, then comes the morning. I wake up and hear the coffee pouring, bread toasting and the aftershave foaming, I then realize I can't live without seeing you shave your bald head every morning.