Robert Johnson Poet Rhyme

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.

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Andrea Dietrich June 8, 2017 at 7:22 PM Glad you like sweet deathly rose but unfortunate you relate so well to it.

Andrea Dietrich June 8, 2017 at 7:21 PM funny one. I think I know the kind of hair you mean. Joe once got a cap that had a long ponytail coming out the back of it,as a gag gift. People really thought he had that kind of hair. WIsh I could find him a new one.it got lost!!