The Bald Man

Standing alone, a small tuft of hair resists. It refuses to leave its master. It must feel a bit exclusive. May be its stubborness will persist for another few years. But eventually like all its comrades, it will have to bite the dust. Resistance is futile. But I appreciate its loyalty to its master. Weathering all the difficulties, it stands tall and proud. Loyalty is hard to find especially with hairs. They are fair weather friends.