Soliloquys

With maturity comes grey hairs.
Grey hairs in my beard.
A reminder that Chronos’ hand has stayed on the wheel.
The hairs were jarring to see.
I shaved my goatee.
I’ve decided to grow out a full beard and see how a salt and pepper style will look on me.
I’m sure it’s infinitely better than a clean-shaven chin.
Youthful, inexperienced, immature youngin.
I’d rather look old, the times are a-changin.