Bosley Prospect
I am really bald on top.
But still I grew my hair.
And now I don't know where to stop.
I truly just don't care.
I'm 59 and live alone.
So no one to impress.
It's longer than I've ever grown.
Sometimes I look a mess. :)
It's funny how the time goes by.
And it just keeps getting longer.
I just let my freak flag fly.
As resolve's just getting stronger.
Actually, I don't look bad.
But I don't look that close.
These days it's more than just a fad.
Quite ridiculous, I suppose.
I see some women wear theirs short.
I notice that more now.
I guess that they are just that sort.
But I'm enjoying the wow.
Something like this can make you think.
And wonder what the heck.
Some probably say I shouldn't drink.
And I'm dead above the neck. :)
Well one more phrase and then I'm done.
It's getting kind of late.
After all, I'm just having fun.
It's just hair, it's not my fate.
Copyright © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2017
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