Top of my head;
balding there.
Where's my hair?
Seems like only yesterday it was all there,
My hair.
Should I, do I, must I care?
About my non-existent hair?
Oh well, perhaps it's better;
Gives my beard more
'Raison d'etre'.
I couldn't have the unkempt, uncouth
Curly locks of a callow youth.
Still, my brain can't stop my tongue
From saying
'Hair, is wasted on the young.'
Thomas G. Tobey copyright
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As a man with few of it on my own head, I really enjoyed reading this. My beard is turning grey as well :)