And then I was old

Unprompted, she asked:
“Shall I trim your eyebrows?”
I was taken aback,
Never before faced with such a query,
I frowned.

“I need those”, I thought,
“How else will I scare kids?”
The barber had me caught,
Pausing, I gave a smile I did not feel,
“Just the lid.”

Theatrically,
I pointed to my head,
And, unable to help it,
I waggled my bushy brows to emphasise.
Perhaps, next time, I’ll go to a hairdresser.