Corona Hair


Corona hair,
how much can I bear?
You make me feel older every day.

A cut and color
would do me wonders.
Who is this stranger in the mirror?

Corona hair
do you even care,
you make me look like an old hag?

Should I take the risk
and get this fixed?
Or let nature take its course?

Oh, please revive this hair
so people won’t stare
and wonder why I don’t even care.

They say I must wear a mask.
How? I ask.
Oh well, I’ll do whatever it takes.

Now call my gal,
if she’s still my pal,
she’ll get me in right away.

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