Grey Hairs
My hair would grow straight out in different directions.
Thick dark brown sometimes a touch of gold in the sun.
She knew it was time to get it cut especially when I would twist it in knots.
Speaking of hair what color should I get next she asked.
Light to dark blonde.
Wine and lilac red, it’s been before.
A natural blonde, grey now taking over. Money on me this whole time to keep me cleaned up.
Only grey hairs in return.
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