Ode To Hair

I celebrated my sixtieth with determined
Stance – I will have long hair,

Since short was called for in the aged.

I wouldn’t be elderly or even older,

Damn it! My un-sheared head would

Be my stand against time unchecked.

Cosmetologist In the middle of strands

That look like cypress needles too long

Without water. My hair falls still with

Each snip of the sheers. I stare at the
image of me now with my shaggy do.
I decide aging isn't so bad after all,

It's the things I do to stave age off,
A never ending story of creams, tricks,

Illusions and finally, peaceful acceptance.