My Bald Head - Poem by Jim Milks
I can show it, I can hide it the choices abound
it is my head, my own little crown.
It shines in the sun and glows in the night
I could even paint it, oh what a fright.
My baldhead shows age, wisdom and might.
A lifetime of living written above
my bald head is mine to have and to love.
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