Grand-Stranding Poem by Stanley Cooper

Grand-Stranding

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With little success at hair retention
I've one strand left of small dimension
Scalped this way, I'm not enthralled
One-stranded now, I'm follicle-y bald

It's hair raising to feel alone and bereft
Deserted by all it's brothers who left
This ordeal has the hair standing there pining
Atop my bald scalp, so hairless-ly shining

The lonesome strand just keeps on grieving
Missing its mates, since their mass leaving
So soulful and sad, it can't seem to find
On the scalp of this lad, a hair-piece of mind

My dome once covered with hair-filled density
Has no foreseeable future-tense-ity
For so loyally standing hair-ly at hand
I'll always be grateful to that one last grand strand

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bill Smith 31 December 2005

bald it seems is the current black, lucky you, liked this

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Mary Nagy 30 December 2005

HILARIOUS! My husband starting going bald in his twenties! That's ok......you guys are lucky, men can look very handsome bald. Sincerely, Mary

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