THE CORNER

Everything seems dark from the outside.

Closer, you see heads,

changing scents and vents,

standing, touching heads.

Making every move,

its all  about a cut,

twisting the hair,

touches on different heads.

in turn, they sit,

a look into the mirror

untouched they came

a brilliant look, after shaved

Here he is;

the king’s commander,

so humble with the blade.

welcome to the barber’s corner,

where All prides are gone.