or was He?
To grateful, for the small things,
Needed he then, tobe.
A full head of hair.
A Hair Stylist, with real talent.
Two children, and a wife, he adored.
And very very angry was he, still.
She was the center of his universe.
Talk about it, he could not.
Why?
Then came the one who brought the cure.
and angry was he,
very, very angry was he, still.
Talk, he could not, and why they knew not.
Yet, came the cure, the full head of hair.
A full remission.
... and now to the rebuilding, of a life,
Together.
To let the anger, be still.
Note edited from an earlier poem,
from the time before the cure.
