Bald

I do not fear going bald
it is just age that gives and takes hair
Today I have, tomorrow I may not
What I fear…
To not have played.
Did I enjoy the cut the comb the color
The braid, the wind, the fingers run
The rain, the jump, rise and fall
the breath.
All of it, every moment laughter and tear
have I been bold despite the fear
did I enjoy, did I play?
Before I, like my hair go away.

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