Plea

Could you all give up dyeing your hair, please?
Let it gradually silver, like mine;
‘Cause I’ll admit I’m in my late thirties,
But I don’t want to look forty-nine.
And if you dye your hair to look younger,
Then you make me look older than you,
When I leave mine its natural colour;
So if you dye it, I have to, too.

And just think of the hours you’d get back,
By not spending them at the salon:
Not pretending your hair is still jet black,
When the truth is, its pigment has gone.
And your life could be so much less stressful,
When not fearing that your roots might show;
Though you might think you don’t look your best still,
But in fact, the grey suits you, you know.