Am this evening in the Barberia Indiano
In Rome, on Via Parini, the usual place
For a haircut while in Rome the past year
This time, however, something new
Not only a haircut but a hairdo
A makeover of the colour dye.
Have been thinking of a changeover
For quite some time, but a few recent
Indicators confirmed the deal
Have been getting this message strongly
Life is only one, and it’s to be fully lived
The desires of old waned in the last
Three months or so with a reason
A change in role, perception of others
A rethinking of what had passed
In the recent past, but probably
With a history and a call to reconsider
It was done, and a change, accidental
Nonetheless, leaving a mark on the virtual
The passing image of the self to me first
And maybe to the other, in passing, just
Less significant than what on me dawned
For the other, who sees me not so often
My face and maybe the hair only-partly
At least the impressions of the first appearance
In public, and the lack of comment at once
So far, to be true, no one has confirmed justly
After all, I made the change for myself
As a challenge to my thinking image self
The abundance the Lord pours forth
The Game that changes life – its girth
Thinking ever positively and its mirth
The Power, the Sight, the Good that the Divine,
The Mighty One wants to shower on thine
Let that alone be the motive to Dye.