It was not hidden
In strands they changed
First they were plucked out.
Now they took over all
Frustrating about aging
She settled to accept fate.
It was not the hairs
In grey did they change
It was the fact of age.
Now affecting her mood
Tired with years
Glaring at her image.
It was not relief
In this achievable time
Fact assured it was time.
Now the time was near
Time to round up life
A life so grey.
Hmmm deep.
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