Hair: who needs it?

Mine is blonde
And growing longer
Yours is brown
And newly razed
But that doesn't mean
That mine is stronger
In fact, it's yours
That should be praised

For my hair grows
Without restrictions
It sprouts new lengths
With thoughtless ease
But yours, it fights
Through sad predictions
That baldness comes
With the disease

But hair is hair
is hair is hair
I see no harm
If it's not there
And bald is bald
Is bald is brave
I'd trade my locks
For yours to save