Life can be hard work
when a strange genetic quirk
sends you grey before the age of seventeen.
Instead of flowing raven locks
I was a teenage silver fox.
The youngest grey nomad our school had ever seen.
I know the girls might give a cheer
For George Clooney, or Richard Gere
in a charming, smooth, romantic comedy.
But can't you see?
You might tell me it's distinguished,
like a gentleman who's English,
but it's still fifty shades of rubbish to me.
Salt and pepper.
A speckled spray.
Even Gandalf the Grey.
So many names to hurt, malign and injure.
But whatever I've been called
I'm just grateful I'm not bald.
And I thank the Lord at least I'm not a ginger.
About the Creator
Garry Condoseres
I go by many names. The more informed call me Garry with 2 Rs. The less informed call me Jessica. Rockstar, hobby farmer, fighter pilot. I am all these things and none of them. Mostly none of them.
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