A hair color's goin' 'round these days,
for most of those over fifty,
beautifully frosted by nature's ways,
and lookin' kinda nifty.
I always wanted frosted hair,
likin' the way it shined,
couldn't afford the beauty shop fare,
so that left me behind.
I once tried to do it myself,
my “frost” turned out to be blue,
all those products on the shelf,
s'posed to be tried and true.
I gazed at starlets in magazines,
wishin' I had their good looks,
glistenin' highlights in movie scenes,
actin' out story books.
I settled on blonde and curly,
lightened by Miss Clairol,
I learned to color it early,
and no one knew at all.
My mother's hair was sprinkled,
with salt and pepper shakers,
before her lovely face was wrinkled,
without the hair color makers.
Now, I've just let nature win,
with my salt and pepper locks,
silver sparkles mixed within,
and they didn't come from a box!
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