My friend cut his hair.
Many weeks ago.
His hair was long,
But now it's short,
Much shorter than before.
My friend cut his hair.
It's softer to the touch.
I pat his head,
A gentle tap,
He didn't like it much.
My friend cut his hair.
It used to hide his eyes.
I see them both,
Like pretty jewels,
No longer in disguise.
My friend cut his hair.
It makes him different now.
His eyes light up,
His smiles are warm,
As warm as he'll allow.
A friend of mine used to have long, shoulder-length wavy hair and he got a haircut just before the summer holidays. I saw his new, much-shorter haircut in person a few days ago, and the change was so great I couldn't help making a tribute to it. A transition like that can really change a person.
