When I discovered my first gray hair I immediately wrote to my parents:
“Dear Dad and Mom, You saw my first steps. You might want to experience
this with me too.” I taped the offending hair to the paper and mailed it.
My father’s response was in the form of a poem:
It’s a trustworthy observation
That nothing can compare
In the process of aging
With finding the first gray hair.
He signed off with this observation: “That gray hair you sent is not the
first one you gave us!”