Strange Places Strange Faces

My mirror keeps on changing on me like those funky mirrors at a funhouse. Only this is not a funhouse, and the mirror's changes aren't a figment of my imagination. My dark brown lots, always It's subject of great conversation -- as they are so full and wavy -- are turning gray. My brown is turning to salt and pepper and there isn't a thing I can do about it. Hell, some people might suggest I color it. But, that's bullshit. I'd rather see it go all gray in one night than color it. In fact, I think it's kind of cool. It gives me a certain look of maturation that I wouldn't otherwise have. It says, "I am living the life." Or something like that. I'd like to suggest that gray is becoming the new bleach blond. I'm dying to see it fill in. Right now, it seems to be in pieces-parts with no real direction of its own. It's spotty. It's suspect. It's deceiving. It's inviting. It's all of these in one. So I say,

Hooray for Gray.
I can't wait to see you
fill in some day.

Posted by Ike on Wednesday, September 06, 2006 at 5:19 PM | Permalink