Counting the grays – of my hair
in my hand, a tweezer pair
Squinting – before the mirror
Hissing through, the despicable horror.
Inevitably, the salt and pepper days begin/ http://www.built2build. net
Can’t see through the details
oh, of such wee small letters
Why are there furrows on my forehead…
I see the beginning of – crow’s feet indeed. 😉
Somewhere in time, they do begin to show up/ http://www.drkinney.com
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