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.