Saturday, May 02, 2009

Aging: A Saturday Poem


Aging

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
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3 comments:

  1. Merisi2/5/09 1:00 pm

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

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  2. Sam 2/5/09 8:43 pm

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

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  3. Cipriano4/5/09 12:39 am

    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?

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