Poem A Day: Grey

I scrutinise it

every single day.

I turn and look

this and that way.

I lean closer to the mirror

taking a closer look,

I reach in with my fingers

with a soft pluck, I took

my first grey hair.

I thought it was the light.

There’s no denying it now,

Yes, I’m old, all right!

Poem A Day Challenge day 21