This year, I have felt more and more of the after shocks
at finding my thinning forest of mixed grey locks
had shrunk, and begun to disappear.
My forehead hair had slowly been receding,
while my bald spot had advanced unheeding,
threatening to overrun the levee in between.
No amount of last-ditch effort seems possible;
no amount of hair enhancer makes the flood seem crossable,
and stem the rising tide of manly maturity.
My father had resorted to comb-over-camouflage,
to hide the onslaught of mother nature’s sabotage,
but in the end, was combing ear to ear.
Others of my pride filled gender,
have gone with the flow of nature’s splendor,
gracefully accepting the humiliations of old age.
They shaved their heads and tanned their spots,
showing off the shine of a hundred watts,
not letting loss cast clouds on rays of sun.
With my huge ears and inability to brown,
that might not be the most elegant look in town,
and I would have to part with my illusion of summer suave.
I would be a cross between the Lord of the Rings,
and a balding eagle sporting water wings,
as I would draw successive stares from young and old alike.
Luckily, my height hides the coming calamity,
of a vast sea of scalp showing through with enmity,
as I try out an ever-expanding array of caps and hats.
But barring any sudden storm that pushes the pace of advancing age,
I think I’ll just turn up the music and flip the page,
and not look in the mirror, quite so much as I do now.
Please follow and like us:
As you say, it is a good thing you are tall, as most of us have not noticed the growing shine!
Of all of the vagaries of life that I have endured, baldness does not rank high on the list of troubling-ness ( troubling-ness?)
It is way up there and off the top of my head, we need not “get over it!”
Love this Larry! I might have to memorize this poem to recite(with credit) to a some of my other clients!