Thursday, September 11, 2008

Ode to my gray hair

Cliff Note: This poem is a result of some email exchanges I had with David McMahon of Authorblog fame. We were both "blessed" with premature gray hair.

I will tell you I really don't care
When people will just stare at my hair
I have known for a while that it's gray
I didn't just notice this fact today

My dear mother once told me to try
To color my hair with a bit of dye
I'm premature gray I know it is true
But I don't want to be immature blue

I first went gray at a very young age
For some I think it's a reason for rage
Some suggestions from people are really bold
I think they're just afraid to grow old

Now my son, he knows he'll never be there
He knows he's starting to lose all of his hair
He has his one plan in place for today
When it falls out he gets out of the way

Now all men should accept this one fact
Surprised I really don't think you should act
We all have one of these two fates
Our hair turns gray or it evacuates

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

To My Baby Boomer Blogger Buddies

Some think we are old
I think we are gold
Boomers we are
Shining bright as a star

Tim writes of classic TV
A good job, you can see
Another blog he has scored
About his faith in the Lord

And then we have Daisy
We know she's not lazy
Two blogs,there's no waiting
Photos and fun she is stating

Kathy writes about her life
Never seeming to have much strife
In the Lord she is well rooted
Her devotions are very well suited

Jen writes to us her blog, Unglazed
Her love for life makes us amazed
She's very proud of her log house
And her family, especially her spouse

Brenda's been my friend awhile
Always able to make me smile
Her new blog just suits me fine
Though on Wednesdays, she starts to whine

Cathouse Teri is a fun gal
She is many people's pal
Sharing with us her unique view
With many friends, not just a few

I am done now with this rhyme
I can't think of more born in this time
If I missed you, please don't be sore
You were born after '64