Hair Dye and Others

For The Massively White-Haired And comments on it he'd heard: The ever youthful old, Who cannot his vexed arms fold; Could keep wishing to head hide, As folks troop out for a ride... For those Nature ate their pie, Who would soonest breathe a sigh And they must recover it Or fall into nearby pit... One thing to like about Dye: To Disliked colors Good-Bye; The fainter ones on garments That keep igniting laments; For Grey Hairs and sickly ones Every strand changing at once... Dye for seekers to not die And help their busy roads ply.