memento mori

Below is a poem I wrote after getting out of the shower this morning. I hope it makes you giggle.

Memento Mori

Above the shoreline of my clear brow
A flock of scattered seagulls soar.
Slowly seeded, unknown, unseen til now
Count not one, but two, three and four.

These wiry, white and wispy offenders,
Aloft the earthbrown of God-blessed hair,
Stake the shoreline as strong contenders,
Crowding colors out, unable to share.

What to do with these encroachments?
Disguise, destroy, deny, decry?
To pluck, to pick, to push, to ply?
Or better left alone as grave accents?

But why not leave undyed, untried
Tis not a battle to be won or lost.
Make peace with this new, white tide
The color of flour, sea sand and frost

The whole of my head is sure to be,
One day, flocked by these white gulls,
Slow and sure, degree by degree.
Whatever way life or wind pulls.

However sure and certain be this path,
Another certainty to share I hath,
For each seafoam hair I'll have then,
Each is destined to turn to earth again.