Ode to My Hair

Oh golden hair
Of bygone days,
Your memory
Is just a haze.

Long ago
You brought a frown,
As gradually
You turned to brown.

Of late I've waited
For brown's flight,
To be replaced
By grey or white.

But when cancer
Had its way,
You tasted drugs
And ran away

On one thing
You didn't bet,
Your heir was
Vinyl violet.

vinyl violet

BJ Swartz
6/11/09 

Copyright © BJ Swartz 2009


When I was diagnosed with cancer and the doctor told me that I would be getting chemotherapy, my first question was, "When will I lose my hair?" I had been threatening for years to shave off my hair and just wear a purple wig. Who was I to ignore opportunity's knock!

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BJ Swartz
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