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