Graciousness

L Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I don't intend to dye it at all. It has been well deserved. I earned it. I try to execise, To keep my body physically fit. So I don't give the appearance of Godzilla. I don't have that temperment. But I do admit to a raised eyebrow... Especially around those who assume, My graciousness comes without effort! The older I get, The more of it is expected. And on some days I may disappoint. Those are the days I'm not hardly trying to show grace. Those are my rudeness days. And I do my best to provide balance! Some folks don't get the message... Until all sides are allowed a scrutinized view! It entices gossip. And I am not beneath delivering to this need! 'I am not talking about your hair. I thought you thought I was talking about your hair? ' I've learned as I get older... Say anything! It doesn't matter. Few listen. And those that do... Have no clue what the conversation is about! Tie it all in! Ultimately they will believe it all makes sense. It doesn't have to! And that's what I love most about aging!

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