"Sir, You Have to Stop Using Your Comb..."

Written for OSI : Comb & Haiku Heights: Charity
Thanks to Gautami Tripathi for OSI Prompt and Leo for Haiku Heights..


Good face, haggard looks
Hair crumpled, receives a comb,
Act of charity?


For OSI Prompt: Comb..

"SIR, YOU HAVE TO STOP USING YOUR COMB"

Hey, what’s happening
Is age catching up with me
I wasn’t taken aback
When I found my hair slowly
Turning grey, I accepted
The changing look of the man
Smiling from other side
Of the mirror, and swirling
Strands of grey falling
Majestically on my forehead
Gave a nice feeling
As I would often find
Eyes, young and old stopping
For fraction of a millisecond
To look at the charming prey
Thanks to my comb, with its
Soft teeth, moving through
The curls and straights
Showing each shining wisp,
Resting place and helping me
Turn them around
To give a style, a few falling
Shyly on my brow…
No, I wasn’t worried of
A puff of soft Breeze or
Arrogance of wind
Putting my hair in disarray
For, my friend forever, my comb,
Would stay in my back pocket
A bit close to my wallet
Enjoying the warmth
Of whatever little currency
But then this was from
The days gone by
Just last week, my hairdresser
Looked at my locks, getting
Thinner and thinner
Week by week, and advised
“Sir, you have to stop using
Your comb and instead use
Clasps of fingers to hold them
Together, comb would
Take them away faster…”
Oh, I hadn’t noticed
But it was true, I had a hard
Look in the mirror
Who seldom hid the truth
Looks are important,
How does age matter, well
I am missing her
Since that last one week
Oh, my Comb!