WHITE HAIR SAFARI
Written by me 2008 (I forget the actual date)

Women of a certain age
Will know whereof I speak
When our vision starts to dim
And our joints begin to creak

With arms not quite long enough
To see words upon a page
I still have the eyes and the reach
To strike down a wiry savage

Oh I do the white hair safari
I hunt both day and night
Armed only with the tweezers
With mirror and strong light

I put off the ordinary tasks
My fingers not so nimble
I claim I cannot see to sew
Or that I've lost my thimble

Those special meals I used to make
Take more strength than I've got
My poor family comes home again
Another takeaway and empty pot

But I do the white hair safari
I hunt both day and night
Armed only with the tweezers
With mirror and strong light

In the utility room is a basket
Near splitting at the sides
A month or more of ironing
Neglected, there resides

My arms hurt too much I say
I cannot stand the heat
But fry my brains 'neath hundred watt
Searching for the wiry beast

Yes I did the white hair safari
Hunted both day and night
Armed only with the tweezers
With mirror and strong light

Until finally all the maladies
That helped me put off work
Catch me out then catch me up
Make me look the jerk

Now I've reached another phase
And suddenly do not care
To comb and search and suffer
To find the rare white hair

Less uncommon are they now
And not so hard to find
I've learned to let the creatures be
It's those dark hairs now I mind

To go on the dark hair safari
Bothered, I just can't be
I've lost the tweezers, the mirror's cracked
Besides I cannot see

Oh never did the wild white hair
A woman's beauty mar
Her care for others and inner self
Is where they see a star