My Long Lost Blond

When I was young, my hair was blond and my Mom even kept some locks saved from a buzzcut when Dad came home from overseas. They are long gone now but I still have a pair of bronzed baby shoes, which were popular at the time, especially for firstborn males. My hair stayed light, through childhood and adolescence but darkened in my twenties and I was often called upon to First Foot the residence of that year’s New Years Eve celebrations and well into my cups, I would pontificate on the potential evolutionary significance of being cute and blond when young but dark and fierce as an adult at least for males. These days my hair is going grey I think they call it salt and pepper but I still have hair and I’m still here