A Shocking Discovery
At the grand old age of thirty-two
I'm unprepared for this, 'tis true:
Two strands of hair turned white,
Age ganged up on me in spite.
I've much hair yet to go to seed
But we all know where this path doth lead -
So as there's no Time-Backward cure,
Let me begin the Hair-Dye war.
Lol great poem lovely. I've been covering those pesky greys for years!! Fab writing. Take care Zo xx
ReplyDeleteI have reached forty two
ReplyDeleteand I have more than a few
Grey hairs atop my head
I just hope they do not spread!
Nowhere near as accomplished as yours but I tried! Don't think of them as increasing age - think of them as evidence of wisdom... No?! Ok, reach for the dye!