When your hair starts dropping
beyond expectation
You think your vision has tricked you
beyond imagination
You know you don't look cool
When the fallen hair is as big
as a ball of wool
You look closer
At the mirror
Realize suddenly the crown of your glory
being robbed by chemotheraphy
You humble yourself to
accept your cancer
Become wiser not to be a loser
Just buy a nice hat
Or invest in a good wig
Still can laugh at yourself
You choose to rejoice or dance a jig
for yourself.
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