A Widow's Peak!!! My mind isn't working these days. My node gets in the way.
I've thought about Bosley, but here's what I wonder when I think about doing it:
If my original hair fell out, then what's to keep the transplanted hair from falling out, too?
Honestly! I'd have to get a truthful answer about this before ever seriously considering it.
I wrote a poem, intended to be a song that I never put music to, that included this Bosley question . . .
There’s a little grey in my mustache,
But a whole lot more in my
beard.
And with each passing day,
It’s a little more grey,
Exactly the way that I feared.
Now I’m not really vane, but still,
Sometimes it gets the best of me.
I’m told I could dye it,
I think I might try it, so
My beard looks as young as the rest of me.
But Young is just a state of mind.
If you knew me well, you’d see.
Cause I’m not fightin’ to survive.
I’m happy just to be alive.
So raise your hand and give me five,
Or you can just leave me be.
My hair’s the color of a 30-year-old,
But I’m bald as an Eagle on top.
And I keep losing more,
So I know for sure,
That this just ain’t gonna stop.
So I’ve been thinking about Transplants.
They’d move hairs around on my head.
I’d look better, no doubt,
Until THAT hair falls out,
So I’ll seek other options, instead.
‘Cause Young is just a state of mind.
If you knew me well, you’d see.
That I’m not fightin’ to survive.
I’m happy just to be alive.
So raise your hand and give me five,
Or you can just leave me be.
Bald is a sign of aging.
But don’t call me old ‘cause of that.
If you’re Ugly, you’re Stuck,
But I am in Luck,
‘Cause I could start wearing a hat.
I’ve learned a few lessons in passing,
And the Hard ones were those I learned best.
It’s not that I’m slow,
But sometimes, you know,
These lessons can be quite a pest, but one is that
Young is just a state of mind.
If you knew me well, you’d see.
Cause I’m not fightin’ to survive.
I’m happy just to be alive.
So raise your hand and give me five,
Or you can just leave me be.
My body can’t do what it used to,
But don’t call me old, just because.
Like Toby Keith said,
Don’t color ME dead,
I’m as good once as I Ever was.
And I’m still just a Kid at Heart,
So don’t think I’m old ‘cause I’m grey.
I drink a few beers,
To drown all my fears,
And I keep getting younger each day.
‘Cause Young is just a state of mind.
If you knew me well, you’d see.
Cause I’m not fightin’ to survive.
I’m happy just to be alive.
So raise your hand and give me five,
Or you can just leave me be.
My Life just keeps getting better.
I’m Happy, and Thankful, and Kind.
Happy’s a choice,
So learn to Rejoice,
It’s Easy, just make up your Mind.
‘Cause Life is really quite simple, but sometimes
We get in our own way.
So just do your best, and
Let God do the rest,
And that’s all there is to say, and remember that
Young is just a state of mind.
So just decide and you’ll see. And there’s
No point fightin’ to survive, so
Just be happy to be alive, and
Raise your hand and give someone five,
And smile, and be Happy, and Free.
Yeah Young is just a state of mind.
If you knew me well, you’d see.
Cause I’m not fightin’ to survive.
I’m happy just to be alive.
So raise your hand and give me five,
Or you can just leave me be.