Snow of Middle Age

Heck! Middle Age, you say?
I've had the snow of middle, old, and ancient age
since I was in my teens!
You DO know what this means?
It means my hair has been nearly white,
that's right...
since I was earning minimum wage,
very much a neophyte,
wanting to be a prom queen,
but with hair color suited for a witch
on Halloween.
So, I dyed my hair to stop the rage,
and hoped to be happy with my camouflage.
As a matter of fact,
at times I had hair the color of sunlight,
and sometimes it was auburn,
brown, or red (thank goodness, never green!).
But soon, none of these shades look quite right
at all!
Now, I was left in my youth
with hair...out of time!
But it was mine...
and better to be seen
with hair the color of moonlight,
than unnatural shades of any age;
and realizing, with hindsight,
hair that's white
is the color of the sages,
those who are respected...
Well, okay, a little far-fetched for me,
but at least I can LOOK respectable!
Where was I?
Oh yes! The Snow of Middle Age:
I've lived there my whole life!
Welcome to my hair...
I mean...world!

Lora Frikken ~ 4-6-03