At The Hair Dresser Saloon
By Toshie Nohara
I walked into a room with new faces
I know they are people of different status
All ever eager to have their hair done
Though waiting for hours was no fun
I saw ladies of all shapes and size
Some dressed to kill with their disguise
Thank god, there was one patron who was nice and proper
I overheared that she appreciated her kind neighbour
On my left someone boasted about winning at Mahjong gambling!
And she gossiped about who was divorcing!
I noticed another vain woman at the corner chair
Undecided which style was suitable for her hair!
When finally the hair dresser came to me
I just simply requested a hair-cut and shampoo for me
He breathed a sigh of relief for I wasn’t fuzzy
Unlike the others; to cut and shampoo my hair was easy for him
I believe that beauty comes from the heart
And not how my hair should part
The hair dresser is earning an honest living
He needs to be praised for what he is doing.