Old bottles of hope
sit abandoned now on bathroom shelves
This one says it mends
your dry hair and split ends
That one makes hair grow back in
Where on your crown it's growing thin.
This one takes your wrinkles away
Use once at night and once per day
And this bleach changes your pearly whites
From stained and brown to dazzling brights
And every bottle,
says it's guaranteed...
(to do WHAT, I wonder...)
Well, gee that's great
but I still need
I earned every gray hair,
every line in this once-youthful face
that I traded in for experience.
And aging may not seem fair
But it's no disgrace
And it knows no such thing as abeyance.
So all those bottles of hope
gather dust --they've lost my trust
I keep them because they're guaranteed
to remind me
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust.