The ‘Autumn of My Life’, already?

I spotted the first, many days back,
but chose not to notice it.
Then today, I saw rows of them,
neatly seeded and shiny.
Bounteous patches,
happy and ga(re)y.

Some said,
'lack of care'
others (to humour me) said, 'genetically predisposed'.
Methinks,
its the epoch of the ‘Autumn of my life’.

Those grey strands of hair-
they mock and say,
'this marks the beginning of another innings,
in your scintillating and wondrous life'.

But I haven't let panic set in,
no, I haven't superannuated, yet.
So, bring them on-
shades of red, brown and blue, if you please.
There isn't a way, I'll let Grey take over,
and  let wisdom prevail with such ease.