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.