In a world where irony takes a stand,
A bald-headed man, with a comb in hand,
Stands bemused, amidst life's jest,
Holding a gift that's none but a test.

What use has he for teeth so fine,
When atop his head, no locks entwine?
Yet, in this gift, a lesson's hidden,
In life's odd gifts, wisdom is bidden.

Experience, a teacher both cruel and kind,
Leaves its marks on both heart and mind,
For what's a comb to barren crown,
But a reminder of times once flown?

Yet, let not this symbol despair invite,
For every dusk is followed by light,
In every loss, there's something gained,
In every drought, hope's rain is feigned.

So holds he the comb, not with grief, but grace,
Seeing beyond the irony, a deeper place,
Where every experience, be it odd or grand,
Shapes the soul, like grains of sand.

Thus, with a smile, he accepts life's comb,
A token of times both lost and won,
For in every experience, no matter how odd,
Lies a lesson from the hands of God.

March 17, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop