To Baldly Go

To Baldly Go... My ‘flowing locks’ no longer flow They’ve all gone where I don’t know In my mirror is a sight I hate: That of my sadly balding pate Follically challenged, to us the PC expression Does nothing to alleviate my depression At the lack of what was once there: Beautiful shiny, lustrous hair. Once lost it cannot be replaced And the sad truth has to be faced However I much I wish to not be hairless It is the truth, nevertheless. I guess I’ll have to count the cost Of replacing what is lost: Go out and find the price to pay Of a realistic-looking toupee!