Archu From The Archive, Personal, Poems

Down Go My Tresses…

One lock, two locks, three and four. Down go my tresses, onto the floor. Chop! Chop! Chop! I’ve trimmed them short. Not beauty but bold, that’s the look I want. In the business world, strategies score. But network matters so much more. Blazers become things of reverence Attitudes morph to borderline arrogance High stung egotists are lurking around Few narcissistic…

Continue Reading