September 3, 2017

A Bald Man

A bald man
has a thick
moustache.

The head shines
and his curly bristle
twitches.

He is handsome
no matter the
sparse hair.

He acknowledges
as a dignity than
a deficit.

Wears not a wig
nor weaves artificially
to hide.

Reason it not
a reconcilliation.
It is beautiful.

I admire him
for his dynamism.
A great going.

2 thoughts on “A Bald Man”

Maranda Samantha Stefanie Mooneyman Foster says:

September 4, 2017 at 2:01 am

hi, good write,

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Kurian says:

September 4, 2017 at 6:28 am

Love this, all bald men

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