I am nothing more than a cowlick;
on top of the head of mankind;
standing straight up, like a stick;
as others lie down, more refined;
To say, that in a crowd, I standout;
is a most obvious conclusion;
my hair wants to scream and shout;
signifying it’s delusion.
Calling myself a “stand up” guy;
I rely on the blindness of my brothers;
even the simpleton, a fool, knows why;
my cowlick’s taller than all others.
Sticking out, versus a “stand up” guy;
they’re not at all the same;
and if you must ask the reason why;
then you’re that cowlick, to blame.
For the the cowlicks in life, crave attention;
demanding to always be recognized;
perhaps that cowlick was God’s invention;
to bring all us fools down to size.
If you tend to seek other’s rapt attentions;
to feel their love coming down;
you need not come up with foolish inventions;
that makes each of us into a clown.
Spread all your love and compassion around;
always think first of your sisters and brothers;
then, engulfed by the new love, you’ve found;
us cowlicks will be loved by all others.