My Hair

I think my hair is trying to trick me.

I baby it with soft brushing (kinda sorta).

I make it look young over and over again (very frequently).

I always use conditioner to keep the smoothness (but to no avail).

True, I don't keep up with haircuts but....that's no reason to turn on me.

You see, my hair has convinced the rest of my body that I'm old.

No matter how often I adjust the color, the oldness still shines through.

With gray.

And with increased frequency.

Toss in the creaky knees, the tired legs, the multiple blue veins, sore hips, plus a host of other ailments, and I blame my hair.

After all, if my hair were cooperative, this may not be the case.

If my hair was always a nice shade of brown without a tinge of gray, the rest of my body would work just fine.

Right?

(go with me)

I guess my next step is to invent a hair color that works forever AND cures all other ailments.

No problem.

I'm on it.