Hair Fall Horror

The strands of black on my head

More valuable than gold,

They fall carelessly here and there, uncontrolled.

I stare at them with sorrow in my eyes

Scraping the fallen strands off my hair ties.

Trust me, you're not the only one struggling for a trick,

Even Prince William's bald spot shines with every click,

Proving that hairfall horror is everyone's dread,

We regret and regret all the hair that's been shed.

The writer is a student in grade 10 at Sir John Wilson School.