AND THE COLOUR IN HER HAIR.

AND THE COLOUR IN HER HAIR.



My Aunt has reached the grand old age
Of eighty seven years.
Her hair is jet black, so unlike
The coiffure of her peers.

I could get lots of bottles
And paint a brand new set
Of fingers, toes, but that's not ME
What you see, is what you get!

I'll grow old gracefully
With hair of silver grey,
There's nothing artificial here,
I like myself this way.