Going Bald Poem by Dorsey Baker

Going Bald



As he shaved himself
in the mirror
the hair floated
down from his head
and face
and fell upon the floor
he would grab a broom
and sweep it all up afterwards
he didn't much like shaving
his face or cutting his
hair
but his hair had turned
totally grey
and it made him look
years older
than what he was
after he had finished
shaving all the hair
off his head and face
he looked in the mirror
and he saw
a much younger man!

Tuesday, August 21, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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