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.
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2 Comments:
And nice, again... some things are written on the wrong side of time, waiting for us to catch up with them.
Annie, Rats, thank you. Means a lot.
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