One Gray Hair
I found it many years ago.
In fact, I was not old at all.
My future then I could not know,
for aging’s toll was still so small!
For wrinkles yet
I did not fret!
But time rushed on – and soon with dread,
I saw my gray hairs multiply.
A zillion clones assault my head!
At 62, I want to cry.
Futility!
Time’s got to me!
3/10/18 for Broken Wings' "Rhyme Me a Posie" Contest
Theme #3: One Gray Hair
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2018
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