Hello, Hippie

You've got deeply lined, leathery face,
   with blurred, astigmatic eyes well in place
      behind what your old generation
         calls lennon eyeglasses sensation;

and you still got shoulder-length, dark hair,
   ah, but a slower, closer look there,
      gray roots the hue of stainless steel spoon,
         you do need another dye job soon!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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