Ode to gray hair.

I look in the mirror and what do I see?
Gray hair, not one or two or even three.

I have tried to cut and color,
But alas, I am looking like my mother.

I look in the mirror and what do I see?
Gray hair, not one or two or even three.

Oh, believe me I have tried to pluck and pull,
But, I think it would be easier to stop a raging bull.

I look in the mirror and what do I see?
Gray hair, not one or two or even three.

Some say that it is because of stress,
And, in our life lately there have been some tests.

I look in the mirror and what do I see?
Gray hair, not one or two or even three.

So, as much as I wonder and rage,
There is no stopping middle age.

I look in the mirror and what do I see?
Gray hair, not one or two or even three.