White Hair?!

Jan 18, 2019

White hair?

White hair?!

No, that can’t be there.

I stand and stare

It isn’t fair

It simply can’t be there.

One might say, “Perhaps it’s grey?”

Perchance were this another day

I would simply nod and say,

“That may be so; some grey’s okay”

(Lest I fall into dismay)

But, my friend, that’s not today

That glimmer in my bathroom mirror

The blinding white so bright and clear

Summing up my every year

With this most unwelcome veneer

“I cannot dye, I mustn’t shear!”

I say with countenance austere,

“The hairs that highlights white endear,

Must stay affixed, despite my fear.”

And so I find

Within my mind

An echo fills the air:

White hair?

White hair?!

No, that can’t be there.