Summary: A fictional adult trims their fringe too short, briefly considers a hat, then takes an ordinary walk with a little humor. No private or autobiographical event is asserted.

I thought a little trim would see me through;
One eager snip, and now the mirror knew.
My fringe had climbed much higher than I'd planned;
The scissors looked so harmless in my hand.

A snip too far, a lopsided start;
The mirror cannot measure out my heart.
I'll let the short hairs stand and greet the day;
The wind will have a little more to say.

I reached for my old hat, then put it down;
My coat and I went walking into town.
The breeze had fewer strands to push around;
My shoes still made their usual tapping sound.

A snip too far, a lopsided start;
The mirror cannot measure out my heart.
I'll let the short hairs stand and greet the day;
The wind will have a little more to say.