God of the Magic Hair Brush

I found that day, broke,
my hair so thick and curly
I'd have to cut it off my head,
still in its plastic case,
a new hair brush to replace
the one I lost.

'I won't replace all you lost,
your mother, father, sister,
gone forever,
but here's a new hair brush
just so you'll know I'm here,
as you walk the long, long road.'

'To streets of gold?
really.

'Now I'm old,
I've walked another forty years
on the long, long road.
I need another hair brush,
soon.'