Hair Today – Gone Tomorrow
Oh drat, there it grows again
That pesky hair upon my chin.
Black hairs on my upper lip
Impossible for me to clip.
Can you please tell me why
I should be moustached like my guy?
That hair is where it shouldn’t be
On my face – not leg or knee
Or adding fullness on my head
Where I often look with dread
To see the sparse and graying hair
A sign of aging – wear and tear.
I guess I need to age with grace
To understand that that’s my place
To lose some hair and grow some other
To look more and more like my mother.
My mother! Oh no! No please!
I’ll try the wax; I’ll even tweeze!
Janet Hoult lives in Carlson Park with her husband Charlie. She can be reached at HOULTight@aol.com
