We're told
That gray hair is
A symbol of wisdom.
And yet
Why do we make
These same mistakes
Over and over
Again?
Like we're trapped
In an endless loop
That only ends
When the power
Is disrupted.
Is it vainglory
Or a sign
Of our hubris
That we try to hide
Our aging shell?
Viewing it
As a sign of weakness
To be despised
And hated
For our impending
Mortality.
Coating our locks
In a colourful sea
Of natural
And artificial dyes
Like it never happened.
In a flawed attempt
To deceive ourselves
That the biological clock
Will stop for us.
Regardless
Of one's wealth
Social status
Or income level.
Therisa © 2017
Author's note: Over the past 6 weeks, I have notice more and more gray strands in my hair, whenever I look into the mirror. I realize having spent almost 5 decades on this plane of existence, this would eventually happen to me, but thought it might be delayed for another year or two. Why I may not like this, I won't be lining up at the local salon or drugstore, to purchase this false sense of youth, in dying my hair to an unnatural shade. Having already tried this, earlier in my life. While I liked the look, it didn't last long, as my hair rejected the dye. So no blue hair rinse for me.
1 comment:
I love white hair and was thrilled when mine finally happened. (Though not so much with the 'pepper-and-salt' phase on the way.)
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