Is that another strand I see? !
Silver winking back at me
From where my blonde (brown)used to be…..
This really makes me mad!
Another wrinkle on my face
Taking up its own sweet space,
Guess I know who wins this race…..
It really makes me sad;
No matter how I fight this foe,
There’s no rare miracle, I know
To stop this monster as I grow
Older by the day!
Creams and lotions, dye and bleach
Still it hides beyond their reach,
Undermining all they preach
And oh! The price I pay!
Getting older is a crime,
Especially when I’m in my prime –
There’s no stopping Father Time
He sneaks beneath my skin,
Leaving wrinkles in his wake,
Now my hair and teeth are fake,
Oh! This is a big mistake…..
A war I cannot win!
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