Every morning I step into the shower,
Wash body,
Wash hair,
Dry thoroughly.
I stand in front of the mirror
Looking at this bedraggled man,
So I pick up my comb
And start combing my hair,
The same way I have been doing it
For over sixty years.
Comb most to one side,
Then the rest to the other side,
Leaving a parting on the left side.
But often the thought has struck me,
One of those deep meaningful thoughts
That come in life’s vagaries,
I wonder how many times
The number of hairs,
On each side of the parting,
Has been the same,
As in previous days.
A mystery that I will never be able to answer,
But they say that God will know