As I sit quietly in my chair
I think a lot about my lack of hair
I can't see this mass of empty space
But I know it's as shiny as my face
Growing it long is not my game
Cause' when I wake I look the same
I don't use combs, brushes or shampoo
Or my Chia pet hair with sticky glue
I'm happy with my bristly dome
So I never pout, and I never moan
Hear me kids as I say with glee
When I look in the mirror, I'm still happy with me!!!
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2 comments:
Wow! What an amazing poem. Too bad about your hair, but good for you to embrace your baldness.
I think you are very mature to embrace your baldness
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