I looked in the mirror and what did I see
but a wiggly grey hair looking back at me.
It begged for a plucking but I just knew
that 5 more would grow where the first one grew.
So now that grey hair is on my mind.
I can't look in the mirror 'cause I'm afraid to find
A thousand more growing on this head
That used to be brown with a hint of red.
Should I race for the bottle to color these locks
And pick a new color that totally rocks?
Or do I just sit back and let them all take root
And convince myself that I don't give a toot?
Oh what a wonderful dilemma I'm in
For no matter which way I choose, I really can't win.
My hair's going grey no matter what I do
So I'll just sit here and complain to you.
(c) Andrea Sumers 11/1/2007
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Thursday, November 1, 2007
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