Lack of hair
John 7:24
24 Do not judge according to external appearance,
but judge with proper judgment.
Hair
Buck went to the barbershop
He wanted to shave his head
Hairless wonders all around
Sleeping in someone’s bed
No more flakes of dry skin
Shampoo now out of date
Baby-oil a precious thing
To moisten that old plate
Wrinkles deep above the ear
Glasses dingling loose
Ears seen plastered to a head
Like a train’s caboose
Somewhere in the birth of man
Few are born with hair
To grow back to one’s childhood
Maybe brings the answer there
Jan Wienen
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