The Barber came to cut my hair, <br /> <br />I told him that it wasn't fair. <br /> <br />My hair had done him no harm, <br /> <br />Without it I would loose my charm. <br /> <br />The Barber he grinned a silly grin, <br /> <br />Said to cut my hair would be no sin. <br /> <br />That I should face it like a man, <br /> <br />But I'm a coward and away I ran. <br /> <br />Do you like sitting in a Barbers chair, <br /> <br />With him chopping away your lovely hair. <br /> <br />Once my head was full of curls, <br /> <br />Covering my face with twisty twirls. <br /> <br />But then the Barber came my way, <br /> <br />I was a child, I had no say. <br /> <br />Off came my curls one by one, <br /> <br />The Barber seemed to have great fun. <br /> <br />Now I'm old and very grey, <br /> <br />I'm nearly bald, my hairs gone away. <br /> <br />But when I see a Barbers chair, <br /> <br />I feel the loss of my curly hair. <br /> <br />You know I truly rue the day, <br /> <br />When that first Barber came my way.<br /><br />Bernard Shaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haircut/
