A Hairy Lament

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!