I look in the mirror, and what do I see?
Silver strands shimmering back at me.

Precious memories stir in my mind, and I sigh –
a reflection of a past, with good and bad, go by.

Looking forward; embracing the silver years –
may they be full of laughter and grandbabies near.

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How do you handle growing older?

My mother started shining silver strands when she was but nineteen years old. At 81 (2019), she is still dying her hair – silver platinum # 51.

I started dying my hair at age thirty when the first few silver strands began to appear. Is it vanity that I continue to dye my hair? Maybe I am still trying to capture youth instead of embracing the natural path of life.

Regardless, although silver strands are nothing to be ashamed of, I am not quite ready to give up my honey brown #5.

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