Poetry: Just for Me(n)

Says a lot.

 

Just For Me(n)

My dad always dyed his grey hairs.
I look into the mirror
And see my five,
Curly with wisdom,
Silver. Undyed.
My dad’s always lied.

My dad always dyed his grey hairs.
A version of youth:
Ironically naive
To attempt to undo,
To attempt to deceive.
Which I’ve never tried.

Will I ever dye my grey hairs
Or leave them to twist?
A symbol of age,
Adult in essence,
Adolescence in shade.
My dad’s always dyed.

-UF

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