Ode to Hair

I have enough hair
on my head with a wave,
But none on my face
Almost daily I shave.

But today in the mirror
there was a weird look,
I started to tremble
I stumbled and shook.

Right there on top
along the front hairline,
Emerged a few gray ones
Things were not too fine.

My eyes then gazed down
and what did I see,
My eyebrows had gone rogue
Like branches of a tree.

And sprouts of new growth
are taking over my ears,
Both inside and out
My greatest of fears.

My head tilted up
to inspect my fair nose,
Just the normal amount
of hair I suppose.

Even a few hairs
on my own chest,
Have gone over to gray
They failed the test.

Things have gone crazy
all over my body,
The hair on my person
is becoming quite shoddy.

The markers of time
are starting to show,
The hair is a first
What's next I don't know.

Will it soon fall out
or will it start thinning,
Whatever may come
Father time is winning.

I'm cool with it really
all that it means,
Is a little more grooming
So I don't cause a scene.

All that I hope
is that people don't stare,
And that is today's post
It is My Ode to Hair