T'was a Score and 15 when my world started changing
a bare expose of skin on my head started gleaming
the storms within my brain lost all forms of containment
a desire , a need , a demand of more hair in the making

It started when nosy Ms Shetty gleefully revealed
a sparseness on top of my brain casing sheath
an arrogant denial ensued from thereon
i couldn't lose hair - my family's got a ton!

but claws of age were pulling at the seams
wider and deeper the clearing was being

Mother wasn't happy -
a perfect son lacking in trees
well - it's all her fault as X chromosome would agree

Mother-in-law on the other hand
was calm and composed
with only a futile question I wish never arose
She deliberated" You're losing hair - how could it be?"
but then - did Red Sea have a choice when parted in BC?

The patterns keep emerging in negative proportions
Time waiting for no one especially hairline solutions