Tuesday, February 14, 2012

The Specter of the Receding Hairline

Always asserts itself after a haircut.


Now, I am not vapid enough to think this is some sort of disaster. No, not completely. It will be if I ever get to that "island of hair floating in the middle of my forehead" stage. THAT would be too much. Far, far too much. Me, I'm aiming for the "gliding in gracefully" method of Bruce Willis.

Still, it is an adjustment. I've always harbored the idea of growing my hair long again. The slight, but insistent, retreat of my follicles makes that problematic, at best, and totally ill-advised at worst. All the advice says to go shorter when dealing with this issue. It's advice I think I'm going to have to heed.

At least I know other people have dealt with it....And Neil Peart still has his hair...

I Think I'm Going Bald
by Rush

I looked in the mirror today
My eyes just didn't seem so bright
I've lost a few more hairs
I think I'm going bald

I think I'm going bald

Seems like only yesterday
We would sit and talk of dreams all night
Dreams of youth
And simple truths
Now we're so involved
So involved with life

Walk down vanity fair
Memory lane everywhere
Wall Street shuffles there
Dressed in flowing hair

Once we loved the flowers
Now we ask the price of the land
Once we would take water
But now it must be wine
Now we've been
And now we've seen
What price peace of mind

Take a piece of my mind

My life is slipping away
I'm aging every day
But even when I'm grey
I'll still be grey my way

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