ALL IS VANITY
The mirror tells no lies, I know too well;
for there stood I in contemplation,
looking in the glass for signs to tell
if I had hair of graying inclination.
In searching there, I saw a silver streak
and plucked it out in consternation.
Knowing if there’s one, for more I’d seek,
I walked away in dire determination.
Distressed that friends had asked if I had thought
to cover up this gray invasion,
a battle with my vanity I fought
and worried why I questioned God’s creation.
Asking my husband, with careful diction
concerning how he would like my hair,
he answered me with firm conviction,
“On the pillow next to mine”…
Now that’s not fair!