Life's a funny thing
She sat by the corridor
Dark despite the radiant sun shining
I peered into her room more than once
Occasionally
Her hair is a peppered shade of gray and black
Seemingly an extension of the life story
Already told her by frown lines and wrinkles
Bob-pins around the fringe and above the (y)ears
She was a neat girl
And well groomed
Polite
And as I started combing her hair
I was reminded
She is still living her story
Of awkward, broken cantonese, I spoke and conversed
Of words I do not understand, I returned with my goofy grin
Don't move, we are trimming it now
And I watch, as we snipped
Cutting away, yet adding
A short sentence (maybe just a word) into her life story
Dark despite the radiant sun shining
I peered into her room more than once
Occasionally
Her hair is a peppered shade of gray and black
Seemingly an extension of the life story
Already told her by frown lines and wrinkles
Bob-pins around the fringe and above the (y)ears
She was a neat girl
And well groomed
Polite
And as I started combing her hair
I was reminded
She is still living her story
Of awkward, broken cantonese, I spoke and conversed
Of words I do not understand, I returned with my goofy grin
Don't move, we are trimming it now
And I watch, as we snipped
Cutting away, yet adding
A short sentence (maybe just a word) into her life story