Hair, hair everywhere but on my head it seems... Hair wafting thru' the air-a Charlotte's Webby dream. Tell me whence comes all this hair, It's on the back of every chair. I look at him, he has his share, And she has more than enough to spare,... And I deem this is not fair! I think I'm gonna scream! In youth, thick, flowing tresses are there, In blithely brushing our luxuriant hair.. Of the aging processes we're unaware... Life is a lovely day dream. I think to mature, you learn to care And find that to realize a dream is rare.. And as our brain grows, it pushes out hair...... I think I see a gleam......Ponder this...... If when a person loses their hair...... Their Intelligence Quotient becomes very rare...... The vicious circle comes full square...... And "BALDY" reigns supreme!!! ©Betty C. Daniels Written 10/16/94 For my very intelligent brothers......Betty Used With Permission All Rights Reserved By Author Mail



 

        
 

 

After You've Gone
Nostalgic Midi Music