A silly poem when your hair starts turning gray!

You know you’re old, It’s been told, When you’re hair turns gray. The color leaves, And you aren’t pleased, When it all goes away! The hair turns lighter, Then gets whiter, For the whole world to see. But up in the nose, So the story goes, Was a complete surprise to me! It sticks straight out, Long and stout, As it sways in the wind. This short white hair, You’d have to stare, Then you start to grin. I never knew, Not even a clue, That it creeps inside your nose! When it wiggles, You might giggle, It’s normal I suppose! Yet I must say, When I get gray, I’ll surely color my hair. Whether on my toes, Or up in my nose, I’ll color it anywhere! By C.G. Richardson 2008 All poems/stories/writings by C.G. Richardson Are copyright protected.