Barbers Mirror

As his hands shaped my braids
I knew the man knew his trade.
I waited as magic took over
To that new make over.

Scissors snipped around
And my heart spellbound
In awe of wedding song
That may soon come along

In some far vivid dream
I was near that beautiful stream
Where he was waiting since
Oh my true and glorious prince!

A man patted my back
Oh! I was in face pack
And in moments quick
My face was glowing slick

As the strides reached home
I searched for my brown comb
And my eyes fell on round mirror
Oh! I was fooled by the barbers mirror.