by J. Randal Matheny
Old age is a bummer, they say,
With dentures, bifocals, toupee;
Hair grows in the nose,
In the ears, on the toes;
But up on the pate it won’t stay.
For some reason, a series of limericks on aging appeared in my poetry file over the last week. So I’ll post them here over the next few days. I started to find a picture of a bald head somewhere on the web, but with the present subtitle above by Dave Eggers,â€œThe words are enough, if the words are good,” I decided against that.
The limerick doesn’t parallel exactly my experience. I still have lots of hair on top, very little in my ears, only two little ones on my nose, only a few on my inferior digits. But it may be only a matter of time.
The bifocals may come before the migration of folicles.
Obviously, I write from a masculine angle, not being qualified to speak of the other side.