Hair Poem by Thomas Tobey
Hair
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
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8/6/2026 1:47:50 PM # rel_20260806T081513Z_580e7f4
As a man with few of it on my own head, I really enjoyed reading this. My beard is turning grey as well :)