Oh the days, when I had hair...

I rarely turned into a grumpy bear.

Wherewither I went, twere all aware.

The hair, the hair, ooooh... the hair.

And now those days, are all but gone...

My mane reduced, my locks forsworn.

I am no king, yet wear a crown.

A crown of scalp, ere hair was borne.

Every photograph tells a story... mine need a little help. ( I HAD to save this somewhere, ;) ).