My First Grey Hair

Written by Gail DeBole I dyed it. The dye did not take. So I pulled it out. Then I climbed to the highest building and shoved it off. It boomeranged when it hit the ground and came back to me. Then I tried to bury it so deep within the ground that I only succeeded in tunneling to the other side of the world. And it was still with me. I threw it off into the sunset. The moon's shine threw it back at me. I folded it umpteen times and paper clipped it to Last week's newspaper for recycling. It was recycled back to me. I hung it in a facade of suicide. It slipped through the noose. I stamped on it. Beat at it. Did everything besides forget about it. And hated it passionately. And then one day, it had gone. Of its own will, not mine. And I could not find it though I searched high and low. I surveyed the front of my scalp and back And stared my victory down into the mirror... A whole head of grey.