Luminary

When I was a girl of just twenty

My hair was abundant and plenty

Admired by all

To my waist it would fall

Shades of chocolate swishing so gently

When thirty and a mummy of three

My hair not a pri - or - ity

Often unwashed or sticky

Though with care could feel silky

Despite negligence - to a degree

In my forties the world of work bade

In a bun It remained - a decade!

Although luscious when down

Now a new kind of brown

Shades of chestnut and tawny displayed

In my fifties I've had to accept

That my care has become quite inept

Brown is going astray

Superceded by grey

And the sun and wind leave it windswept

So what is a woman to do

Cover up? Dye it orange or blue?

I'm not ready for that

Its oblique caveat

I'm not ready to see what is true 

Now I accept the canvas I carry

For my skin tone and barnet should marry

So I'm going for lighter

And the future seems brighter

In my sixties I'll be luminary