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
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