I (Samson incarnate) frankly experience zapped strength, hence sulk and pine for salad days of youth when abundant golden locks adorned me noggin.
Now in doddering dotage scant wisps of gray hair (vestige of once luxuriant natural periwigged realm) nothing except splotched scalp revealed.
Senescence stole mine prime mortal heft away atrophied, eroded and weathered me body once robust doubting thomas, who didst delay livingsocial, especially rolling in the hay never gathered rosebuds while I may impossible mission now to slay invisible decrepitude even if I recruited Zoro.
Post traumatic stress (shell shock not military related) awoke, when espying lapsed existence viz twenty/twenty hindsight oblivious to tempus fugit when this young contra dancing bloke now upon ruminating foregone opportunities doth shed tears and choke.
Purposeless bemoaning lost momentous occasions to no avail synonymous regarding hypothetical onset eye disease suddenly rendering insightful chap blind, whose fingers ground down as stubs, hence lost cause mastering learning Braille only death do me part will once and for all curtail where regret trained upon lofty dreams of this father pursuit of happiness he didst derail nevertheless grateful for sound body, mind and spirit I exhale
no matter attaining being globe trotter I royally did fail passively foregoing flying headlong toward holy grail instead buzzfeeding investing and teasing out obsession linkedin and rooted with fixation of former shaggy doggone mane hirsute characteristic donned hearty and hale generic garden variety bloke whose thinning hair finds him to reasonably rhyme albeit ham handed with following poetic rant and rail.
Early this year gentle as calm ocean waters lapping along a weir thumb and forefinger of right hand would peel back, (diagonally flippant motion asper calendar representing progression of time) gets flipped over to veer in one direction (linear)
revealing the next month at lightspeed vis a vis tempus fugit galloping tear thy head immediately lost hirsute thickness, I starkly share male or female pattern baldness extant along Harris genealogical trunk line rare yet divulging distress about limp decreasing strands sends shivers along spine,
gloomy feeling linkedin with old fashioned meaning of queer and perchance tis foolhardy reading this Samson night issue must appear tis unstoppable inching closer toward as mortality gets near youthful robustness fades replaced by senescence mere really ambling along tragicomic time stream,
one evinces gargoyles mockingly leer loosing sleep and kept raggedly awake in conjunction dreams fraught with frightful haunting monsters jeer ring sound reverberating hair splitting decibel jamming primary cranial gear aye tell mice elf nothing to fear... yet maximizing this plight with poem 'ere Yukon also temporarily part blond, brown, gold, et cetera locks mud dear.