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!
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