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
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 8th, 2018 02:24
- Comment from author about the poem: Just a bit of fun but a question that does come to my mind frequently.
- Category: Humor
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Love it - puts me in mind of going to the hairdressers and asking for a haircut - 'And which hair would that be sir? '
Thank you Michael, back the the day when the question as you left the barber was "Something for the weekend Sir".
Yes I'd forgotten that one
Love the fun video - I was waiting for Bela Lugosi to show up........ You men are lucky .... you only have to comb your hair..... women have to put their faces on as well.............
Yes you may have to put your face on but I have to scrape the hairs off my face every day with a blunt razor, too mean to buy a new blade.
Ahhhhhhh but all that scraping renews cells and keeps you eternally young!
A fine write Gold. it's said the hairs of our head are all numbered - God knows, so He must count them! Such as 'There's hair number 375 fallen out' (or that too many?)!
The problem is that the numbered labels on each hair gets in the way of the comb and the hair gets pulled out.
I gave up on that lot last year and shaved my head. Ever since taking what for me was the rather bold decision to go bald i am surprised at the number of shaven heads there are out there.
Ever considered it?
Brave man but at least you do not have ton worry about it and you just polish your head every morning. No I have never though of doing it.
Well ANDY ~ GOD does pay individual attention to each one of us and informs us that every hair of our Head is numbered ! There are 7.5 billion of us ~ how many HAIRS is that ? Loved the Poem and the REQUIEM ~ Awesome ~ Thnaks BRIAN
There would certainly be more than ten hairs in that case Brian. I have several albums of the Trans-Siberian Orchestra, they are a phenomenal group, a cross over classical/ heavy metal band.
Cute write Andy!
Thank you Christina.
Your poem made me smile, as well as, contemplate the amusing question you posed. We are born having between 90,000 to 150,000 hair follicles on our head, depending on, surprisingly, the color of our hair. So my first thought was, it is probably a very slim chance you can part your hair with same number of hairs on each side of the part, twice in a life time. However, if you part your hair regularly in the same place every day, you wear the hair down and cause breakage, thus, creating a natural path for your part, which may increase your odds of parting your hair with the same number of hairs on each side. But then I thought, the average healthy head of hair losses between 50 to 100 strains of hair daily, and the new hair cannot start to replace the fallen hair, until the fallen hairs, have fallen out. So, I would think that this means that the number of hairs on our head varies from day to day. And, as days go by, less and less of those hairs that fall out get replaced. So, I'm thinking you probably have much higher odds winning the lottery to fund your retirement, than parting your hair two times or more with the same number of hairs on each side of the part. I do like your poem. 🙂
Thank you so much for your brilliant reply to my poem.
You say about winning the lottery, form the time the lottery started in the UK in 1994 to the time I retired in 2012 I was in a syndicate averaging 20 people in it, in all that time the most we ever won was one hundred pounds! So it never did go towards my retirement, it barely bought us a round in the pub!
Lol. I guess gambling never pays off... unless you are Richard Lustig, who won the lottery seven times, and lived to write a book about it.
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