MY HAIR IS CONSIDERED WEIRD

My hair is considered weird in India.
My hair is considered weird in Germany.
My hair is considered weird in America.

I am like a man without a home.
But my hair and beard felt at home in Katie's hands.

I stand still as the seasons pass me by.
I put down my pen when my (aristocratic) work is done,
and stare out of the window again.
I feel like I am still 18 years old,-
which is around the time I met Katie.
9 years of wanting to marry someone is a long time.
Perhaps I am like a boy waiting to be picked up after school,
whose parents, after years of loving parenting, one day never came.