I was born totally bald

As a baby I grew curly blonde hair

It was very cute

By the time I was ten my hair was totally dark

I had very long dark hair in my teens

It was my symbol of defiance

I kept my long hair all through college days

But I had to cut it shorter to enter the job market

My first gray hairs appeared in my late twenties

I tried to ignore them

But they became more prominent

It was in my late thirties that my hair started to thin on top

Progressively a bald spot grew larger

I took to wearing hats a lot

In my forties my bald spot grew toward the front

By the time I was fifty my hair was totally gray

And I was growing it longer on one side

I had succumbed to the dreaded comb-over

Convincing myself that it hid my bald spot

Except when the wind blew

My bald spot declared independence

Refusing to be occupied by the comb-over

I finally gave in and told my bald spot he had won

The war was over and it was time to surrender

I sat in the barber’s chair one day in my fifties

Looking at my stupid straggly comb over in the mirror

What would you like sir he enquired

Shave it all off I bravely declared

Soon my comb-over was in shreds on the floor

Swept away by a young lady wielding a broom

Never to return again

From that day on I joined the elite group of men

Proudly displaying a totally bald head

Daily shaving keeps my head smooth

No more bald spot hidden under a comb-over

Yes I had lost the battle to keep my hair

But I had won the war of being in denial

No more bad hair days

No more washing my hair

No more trips to the barber

Forever bald now and proud of it