Treasure Island

Stanley Cooper

(August 4th,1926 / New York City)

Grand-stranding


With little success at hair retention
I've one strand left of small dimension
Scalped this way, I'm not enthralled
One-stranded now, I'm follicle-y bald

It's hair raising to feel alone and bereft
Deserted by all it's brothers who left
This ordeal has the hair standing there pining
Atop my bald scalp, so hairless-ly shining

The lonesome strand just keeps on grieving
Missing its mates, since their mass leaving
So soulful and sad, it can't seem to find
On the scalp of this lad, a hair-piece of mind

My dome once covered with hair-filled density
Has no foreseeable future-tense-ity
For so loyally standing hair-ly at hand
I'll always be grateful to that one last grand strand

Submitted: Friday, December 30, 2005

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

improve

Comments about this poem (Grand-stranding by Stanley Cooper )

Enter the verification code :

  • Mary Nagy (12/30/2005 9:23:00 PM)

    HILARIOUS! My husband starting going bald in his twenties! That's ok......you guys are lucky, men can look very handsome bald. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

Read all 2 comments »
[Hata Bildir]