A Poem About Getting Old

Found a gray hair today.

Plucked it.

Cursed it out for being there.

Named it "Baby Daddy".



Threw gray hair in garbage today.

Tried to forget it was ever there.

Realized that much like real "Baby Daddy", it would just keep coming back.

Forever.




Found a gray hair today.

Cried a little.

For all the "Baby Daddies" gray hairs that will never go away.

Went and bought some hair dye.