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Body Parts V: Can’t Muster the Luster, Buster, So We Bluster in Frustration

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[Editor’s Note: This is the fifth in a daily series of Janet Hoult poems from “Body Parts,” a collection of poetry about aging.]




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Changing Hair Styles

When we are young, our pheromones are settled in our hair

Each time we shake our curly locks, they waft into the air

To see if other lads and lasses

Are open to us making passes

Now we are old and though still bold we find the youth turn us down cold

Our hair no longer has the luster; indeed we cannot even muster

Enough pheromones in our gray hair, which is becoming very spare

To interest one of the opposite sex

Let's face it, they look at us as wrecks

We do have other attributes

That many folks think of as cute

And we can woo them with our smarts

And win ourselves a few sweethearts.

Of course the ones who are with us still

When we’ve passed over the top of the hill
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Are family members like my young grandson

Who, when I cut my gray hair short for fun,

Looked around my head at my new hair style.

He didn’t miss much and gave me a big smile

As he found the gray circles and I winced as he said

“Grammy, I always knew you had eyes in the back of your head.”


Ms. Hoult, who lives in Carlson Park with her husband Charlie, may be contacted at HOULTight@aol.com

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