A wisp of a halo encircles his head,
The last of the hair fate left him.
A shiny dome protrudes instead
Leaving his spirits quite dim.
The thought of a toupee
Seems a bit too extreme,
Frivolous to say the least.
Still it would tone down the gleam.
It might just be the solution,
And he'll surely not feel so alone.
He's made his decision, a new resolution.
He'll have a rug, a comfort zone.
Tomorrow he'll celebrate a new day
With a vigor that will be his alone.
New found confidence, sideburns displayed.
He'll tell it all in a heart felt poem.
Like traveling incognito, it's a bother
He's terrorized by wind and rain.
At anytime they could blow his cover.
Why, oh why, had he been so vain?
A heart felt poem
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