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A  HAIRY  LAMENT

I've been bereft since you abandoned me
You provided comforting you see.
When I lay my head to sleep at night
I wish you were here with all my might.
Was so good to have you in my life,
I miss you but I dare say I'll survive.

Life was much sweeter with you around.
With happiness, my life did abound.
I have lost so much over the years,
loosing you has cost me many tears.
Of all the precious things I have lost,
you I treasured the very utmost. 

Had much fun with you.  I adored you.
Never knew how much till I lost you.
No matter what you always pleased me
even though some people did tease me.
Loved how you made me look and feel good.
Now I hide you underneath a hood.

Been thinking about replacing you
though it's not an easy thing to do.
I was the envy of all my friends.
You and I followed every new trend.
But my life has taken a new phase,
I must live without all the praise.

I am so utterly full of despair.
Yes.  This is about loosing my hair.
Everyone loved my hair so much.
It obeyed my every whim and touch.
People assumed I wore a hair piece,
and now I have to.  Lord help me please.

Wigs, hair piece, extensions, it's a craze.
For them it is a mere trendy phaze.
For young women it is all the rage.
For me it is a required stage.
To cover the receding hairline,
which will help to make me feel just fine

Once you were shiny, sleek and smooth,
You turned ugly like a decayed tooth.
You've become dull, wiry and thick. 
So unbecoming it makes me sick.
A horrible, dirty, lifeless grey, 
but I still hope and pray that you stay.

I loathe brushing and washing my hair,
must prepare myself for more despair.
I pull you from the brush and the drain,
Tears spring to my eyes, I can't restrain.
You won't stop shedding off of my head,
and made me look like a man instead.

You left me with a bold, shiny pate.
For a woman that's a sorry state.
Now you have returned to taunt me,
not to compliment but to haunt me
I am full of shame and chagrin,
I am forced to pull you off my chin.

I quit frequenting my usual haunts,
for shame and fear of those friendly taunts.
Like everyone in this position,
I attempt to improve my condition
I listened to all advertisement,
spouting phony aggrandizement

I have tried plenty of creams and such.
In the end it cost me way too much.
Not even a single hair did sprout,
except ugly ones around my mouth.
I suppose I should not complain.
All my efforts were in vain.

I have no choice but to accept gravity.
This was my attempt at levity.
I have put my money to good use,
wearing a wig I cannot refuse.
Returned to my haunts, my head held high,
although I was feeling very shy.

They seem to adore my improved look
but I knew there had to be a hook.
Some friends did compliment my new wig
However, few others had to dig.
“Where did you get that dog hair?” they teased.
“Oh.  This is real hair,” I answered pleased.

Some say I captured my former flare
but others challenged me to a dare.
“You never had an operation.”
“Only in your imagination.”
“It's real hair all right, you betcha
Just somebody elses'.  Gotcha!
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