Tuesday, March 27, 2007

I'll wear your hair

You’re wearing the hair
Someone wanted to share

You’re not missing hair
Your head isn’t bare

You’re really too busy
To comb hair that’s frizzy

You’ll try a new style
To wear for a while

Perhaps they won’t guess
Unless you confess

The hair that you wear
You’ll put on a chair

And when it gets hot
It itches a lot

Or if the wind blows
Away the hair goes

But if you get sick
And lose your hair quick

The wig that you wear
Shows there's hope with prayer

By, Randee Saber 3/26/07