Bald
A man stood upon my shoulder
He was heavy like a boulder
What was he doing way up there
Well certainly admiring why my scalp was bare
I had to wonder with a thought
If a toupee I should have bought
I did not expect no not today
My head to be on full display
Normally I would have combed it over
Ignoring the dandruff on my shoulder
At eye level I may get by
But he was above me I could surely die
So embarrassed I was that he would notice
I prayed to God that he was focused
On something straight ahead
Instead of what lay atop my head
Finally I saw it on my left
A store for those who were bereft
I quickly ran across the street
To see if this issue I could not treat
I ducked inside to try to find
That which would ease my mind
I placed upon my head the finest of wigs
And immediately felt twice as big
I walked out into the hot sun
So elated I wanted to run
And scream and shout and say look at me
For from this life’s slight I was finally free
I looked up with a smug grin
Cuz I knew now my hair was no longer thin
But to my dismay the man was not there
Of course that happens once I have hair
Why was the man above me gone
To figure it out it should not take long
The man was me judging harshly
That which I had only sparsely
I realized with a quick start
That I should not be such a tart
For I had no reason to be sour
I had purchased back all my power
About this poem
I put myself in a balding man's shoes and it kind of just came to me. Hope you Enjoy.
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Written on January 06, 2024
Submitted by Jesse.prg on January 07, 2024
Modified by Jesse.prg on January 07, 2024
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | AABB XXCC AADD XXEE FFGG HHXX IIJJ KKBB XXJJ LLAA |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,373 |
Words | 301 |
Stanzas | 10 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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