I Greatly Fear I'Ll Lose My Hair

CXLIII I greatly fear that I shall lose my hair That happens at an age seems only fair And yet this heart of mine could not prepare The thought they'll disappear gives quite a scare I wish they would just turn to white or grey Or else be in a mindless disarray I'd rather spend too much on barber's pay Than wear some silly hat or gay toupee For I had mocked with cruel terms did call In summer when my childish brain was small May winter come without an autumn's fall And not awake an angry she bear's maul It matters not my hope might vanish soon At least we'll see a lovely, bright new moon