New Me
It’s on its way
to turning gray
What to do now?
Leave it go?
Take a look
At the camera pose
See what’s there
Lots of gray hair
Oh no.
I don’t want
I’d rather see
The other hair
The old me there
It was brown
All the way around
No gray across the way
Up and down
What now?
Must I go
Talk to someone
Who knows hair
Will take me there
To that place
I once was
Young and free
Of this crazy mess
I think yes.
It must be
I won’t know
Until I go and see
The color palate
Wish list of the past
Brownish-red or
Brownish-what?
View and choose
Take the plunge
In their sink
And out to wait
For color not mine
Slathered on
Circulate
Close my eyes
Cap, tug, check
Magic happens
What peeks back?
Gray no more
New me emerges
Love this splurge
Turn around
Breeze about
Young again
This time out
In that way
Anyhow
