"The Hair that Rocked" and "Rearview Mirror"

The Hair That Rocked

One of the hair
follicles had
been at a show 
last night rocking
out more than the
other hairs at
the barbershop floor.
It was a long
gray hair, longer 
than the rest of
the hairs. I looked 
at it and I
was sure it was
this hair that rocked 
out the most. I
had fun as well,
but there were parts 
where I could have
pretended to
rock because I
did not know the
song and could not
get into it. The
one gray hair likes
everything it
hears. It is a
fool for music.
I had to get
the haircut though.
Its rocking days
are all over.

Rearview Mirror

In my rearview mirror,
the blue sky and a lonely 
cloud taking form.
From the driver’s seat, a
blackbird flying by, the sun
in the distance
tinted in gold. I drive
as other cars zoom by me.
The big mountain
to the left of me and
the smaller one to the right
and I just try
to hold on to dear life,
my childhood in the rearview
mirror and all
my sorrow, all I loved
there too. My heart, driving on
for a long mile.
I can go on further.
I cannot look back to the
childhood, long gone.