Dandruff

Life has it’s pains.
When the dandruff rains.
You hesitate what a comb makes.
It's those dreaded tiny white flakes.
You use potions your prescribed.
And magically the dandruff is gone.
You go back to shampoo, days later it’s you old friend back on.
You get a fine brush and use some force.
Dandruff rains down, from it’s secret source.
I’ve now reached a point, I brush under a towel, to get it away.
But you know the sneaky rotter is up there to stay.
It’s what in life you must always take.
Like embarrassing dandruff and making a mistake.