Hair

Vintage photos sprawled before me on the table -
pictures of a time when I was able
to turn some heads when I went to town
and dance all night until dawn fell down...

of a time when all my dresses were much too tight
and the beat of the music felt so right;
my hair was a mermaid fountain - gold -
how I thought I would never grow old. 

No other girl had long curls as pretty as mine-
yellow and bouncy, so soft and divine,
caught in my earrings, halo of sun,
twirling until the DJ was done. 

Bittersweet images go back inside their box;
I run my fingers through my dull, grey locks.
I had been quite vain so long ago -
Time has ironically let me know.

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