Naive Pleasure Poem by Marc Mannheimer

After my last haircut,
I took the mirror
which my barber gave me,
checked over the work,
and then looked up top.

I was pleased to see,
I have a bit of a bald spot.
(I was also happy
when I got my first gray hair in my beard.)

I am a 41-year-old
adolescent,
and,
for the sake of my self-esteem,
I guess I need to know
that,
between my body and my personality,
at least one of the two is maturing.