AGING IS PROGRESS, ISN'T IT?

Until I was forty years old, my hair was very black.
Slowly white hairs appeared and when I turned 65
the hair on my head was entirely white.
OK.
I am doing the best I can to grow old gracefully
which means I rarely look into a mirror because I can't change anything.
Occasionally I pull a wild white hair
from my mustache or cheek and it doesn't come back
but those that grow in my nose just forgot to reflect their age.

My Hair Knows

"When old I'll wear purple," the poet, she wrote.
I agree to the same and more, you will note.
I'll wear red with yellow, scorn bras evermore,
throw away nylons, wear leggings galore.

I try to be gracious and ignore crowfoot lines,
exercise muscles and run neath the pines,
and accept changing hair as its white shining grows.
What bugs me? The blackest grow out of my nose!
Naomi Sherer