Rapunzel’s Fallen Hair

A pitiful sight indeed, a tower no match for the torment of losing one’s beloved hair.

A beauty you were

How can you bear

The loss of your beloved hair

Once golden and glowing in the sun

Dropping down a tower instead of wrapped in a bun

Now naked, shining in the winter breeze

Your scalp, I fear, will start to freeze

Frostbites a fear in your life

A toque you wear to survive

A bald battle you fight

Not just during the day but deep into the night

Oh, what a pitiful sight

Even worse than the tower’s height

With all hope now gone

I write you in tears this very song

A body still young and vivid

My advice to you;

Just live it

Thank you for reading :)

Selina