Saturday, May 02, 2009

Aging: A Saturday Poem


White at the sides, above the ears
I noticed them today. Wispy hair
Like snow fresh fallen appears
To have rested, unmelting there.

Should I fight it or become forlorn
Will neither matter, bye and bye.
I shall not fret nor have it shorn;
Shall calmly age, and never dye.

© Ciprianowords Inc. 2009


Merisi said...

I always knew you were a brave one!
Witty beyond your years too.
Good with words.
Never dye.
Aye, aye! :-)

Sam Sattler said...

Gray is in, least the little devils haven't jumped ship yet.

Cipriano said...

Kind words.
Sam, you maybe know what I mean, huh?
You ask your hairdresser if it's possible to INSERT a few into that shiny spot?