Balding with a Tree

Here,
In my backyard,
Are memories
Of a balding generation
Who had Lennon
And cigarettes.

An ancient tree,
Leaves falling,
Bald, like my grandpa,
Who died five years
Before my birth,
By cancer sticks.

And while I put one to my lips,
My comb shows hair too many.

Time flies
And leaves behind
A generation of bald men
To be compared with dying trees.

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