18     New Old Hair

 

Hoping for long white braids at eighty

I am on my way despite hair thinning

I had wanted thick wide lusty braids

Those witches wore around a midnight fire

 

Accept my fate with what now endows my head

Perhaps I shall add ribbons of many colors

To show an old hippie is inside this person

As braids of thin hair slip out at night

 

True white silky tresses are my blessing

Many comment as others are merely mid-gray

I hold by breath each day as I discover

Too many slivers of silver on my pillow