I came squalling into this world
With nary a hair curled,
Not even fuzz graced my top
To hint of a coming crop.
I was born bald as my behind
Not one hair could you find
But as a weed I speedily grew
With a wavy head of hair too.
My princely locks grew longer
And appeal to feel got stronger,
Gals liked to run fingers through
My splendid sumptuous hairdo.
I became older and I got bolder
I grew ringlets to my shoulder
The rich locks of chestnut brown
Ever so shiny bounced around.
I wallowed in the glory of my hair
It's splendor beyond compare
But in my roots lurked an unknown,
A gene the family tree had sown.
My dome was doomed to be bald
And as I began to molt I squalled,
Hair was shedding at hyper speed,
Horrified I saw my hairline recede.
Locks of brown lie dead around
Almost everywhere their found,
In the shower or in my comb
I find gobs of hair from my dome.
I study my golf ball head in tears
The only hair growing is in my ears
Where I had gleaming streaming hair
Is now just a chrome-domes' glare.
My noggin is bald as a baby's behind
With only memories to remind,
Curls of chestnut brown I'm craving
Oh how I miss your splendor waving.
©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 08-15-08