The Bald Spot
I awoke this morning
and looked in the mirror.
I saw a reflection that was not me.
I became frightened and shivered with fear.
I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming,
but it was all reality.
I took my hand and ran it through my thinning hair.
My blond locks once thick and full,
now thin and balding.
I raised my hair back
and saw my widow's peak with thick roots,
and there was the bald spot that raised high.
My hair was like silk.
I shed a tear and reminised in the good old times.
Then I grabbed my towel
that was hung upon a golden hook in my closet,
and went to take a shower and start a new day
in this cruel and desolate world.
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