The Gray

When I got my first gray hair, I shrieked to the sky Ran to the store and got some hair dye But as time went by, I pondered my face Why do I deny what's taking place I've learned that I earned each hair that is there If it means that i'm old then who really cares All the worries and stress that life threw my way I took head on and the dust blew my way Changing to gray means I won the day Each one is a medal i'm proud to display.