Between Me And My Mirror

BETWEEN ME AND MY MIRROR copyright @ Reason A. Poteet quatrain ,Oct. 2007 Mirror, mirror, the answer please sound it with your softest voice. I deal, dear Face, with expertise. Ask on, I fear you’ll not rejoice. Mirror, are there gray hairs dancing in among my blackest blacks? Face, I see your foes advancing. They’re waving little silver plaques in bold print, revealing loudly: Gray hairs never, ever quit. Gray is in, wear it proudly. Lie not, dye not, give up, submit. Mirror, mirror, the answer please What are my best alternatives? Face, this gray is not some disease for treatment nor preventatives. Glaring roots and ghastly color will leave you appalled with regret Let gray come, life could be duller thank you, God, I’m not bald, as yet.