Haircuts Poem by Joseph Williams

Haircuts are fickle things; they're a lot like life
Sometimes you wake up, look in the mirror, and like the way it looks
Sometimes? Not so much
Sometimes you wish your hair would part a little more neatly
And sometimes you find that the style you like wasn't for you

Sometimes you keep your hair trimmed and clean on the sides
Sometimes you wake up with bedhead you think can't be fixed
Sometimes you'll get exactly what you wanted
And sometimes the barber doesn't listen

But what happens we get a bad haircut?
We bitch and moan of course
And we complain and vent and go off how about bad it looks
But more importantly? We let it grow

We let it grow with time and patience
Even if it seems like we can't wait another day
We let it grow by realising that our hair days aren't always good
And that's perfectly okay

Not everyday is a good hair day
But not everyday is a bad one either
Sometimes it may seem like we've got a bit more than the other
But your bangs won't stay lopsided forever