The sun beats down
on my balding crown.
The hat I wear
is for prevention
before--
I wore it for
attention.
The
sun used to glisten
off my thick black hair
now it just shines...
there's just scalp there.
Women use to run their fingers
through my mane
now when they do it
I loose the few strands that remain.
So when you pass
a bald man
show respect and walk slow
because what's firmly rooted today
maybe gone when strong winds blow...
know someone who will appreciate the humour too
btw: bald IS beautiful
(on a man)
~ Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu ~