Between Me and My Mirror

quatrains Mirror, mirror, your answer please sound it with your kindest voice. I deal, dear Face, with expertise; ask, I fear you’ll not rejoice. Mirror, are there gray hairs dancing there among my blackest blacks? Face, I see your foes advancing waving little silver plaques in boldest print and voices loud: "Gray hairs never, ever quit." "Gray is stylish; gray can be proud." "Lie not, dye not, give, submit." Mirror, mirror, your answer please what are my alternatives? Face, your gray is no disease cease, desist preventatives. Glaring roots and ghastly color leave you sickened with regret Let gray come, life could be duller thank the Lord, you're not bald, yet.