I found a grey hair in my brush
Back then, I was immortal,
i knew i wouldn’t dye
when all was young about me
no chains, no string, no tie.
But i found a grey hair in my brush
and all is lost, alas
pray don’t jostle, please don’t push
for I am aging fast.
Written for fun, oh so long ago, just to be able to get that pun in. Many more grey hairs now. AND a receding hairline.
i knew i wouldn’t dye
when all was young about me
no chains, no string, no tie.
But i found a grey hair in my brush
and all is lost, alas
pray don’t jostle, please don’t push
for I am aging fast.
Written for fun, oh so long ago, just to be able to get that pun in. Many more grey hairs now. AND a receding hairline.
Labels: poetry
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3 Comments:
And nice, again... some things are written on the wrong side of time, waiting for us to catch up with them.
great stuff, as usual zigs
Annie, Rats, thank you. Means a lot.
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