The Trials and Tribulations of Getting a Haircut on a Nice Day in February When God is in the Trees and You’re Getting Older Too

poem

Going to go to go see God in the trees on a nice day, February! I didn’t. Go to the trees. I went to The bank To get money For a haircut. I chose a haircut over the sun and grass and That upsets me but I Cannot go back You can never go back but you Were there at some point And you’ll be there again and at least My hair is shorter than it was earlier. And I look more civilized but I Don’t think I look as handsome as I used to I wonder why that is. Maybe it’s because I’ve been in the dark and not near The oxygen of the trees and the shoreline which sprinkles wet drops and fresh wind on my Aging face and Maybe it’s the things I put into my body and being more of an adult too But I can’t do but to keep going I’m post muse and pre something else that inspires But I missed out on it today. At least my hair is shorter, it was getting to be too much.