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.
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.