Sixty-Five
I turned
sixty-five this month
and I’m
swearing off hair dye.
I’ve earned
every one of those
gray, white or silver
beauties.
My last beautician’s
appointment,
I had her dye it
my natural color.
She said it
will be perfect
for when my
hair sparkles.
She tactfully
avoided words
like graying,
silver or senior.
When the dye fades
out,
Let it sparkle!
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