Hair

I wasn't afraid to be bald
Always had wondered what it would look like short
It was practiced many times in the mirrors over the years
With no real conviction (or perhaps courage?) to change it

Here I am, almost two years later
Again, wishing to have it shorter
Those were easier days
I had every excuse to not care about appearances

There are more important things in life than hair
I hope one day men can see and understand this
Because cancer kills
Male-pattern-baldness does not


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