Taking a chance, I burrow into the furrows of my freckle-spattered skin,
digging out the white-grey hairs
to display them, proudly, alongside any golden reminders of another me.
There are so many versions of myself, in evidence still – each one
as worthy of existence, as the one before that lingers,
hanging on and jostling for attention.
To be fair, I devote a little bit of time to each, before preparing the surface of myself
for the newbies.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, August 2019