The hair has gone grey.
The lovely black sheen
has become a silvery shine.
The blackness gave a pretty look
while the grey lends a wise tinge.
Both are good and great
one being the tone of youth
and the other a colour of wisdom.
Going with black was easy
as the younger days were jolly good
Getting on with grey proves dizzy
as therein comes up the responsibility.
With duties increasing manifold
the greying shoots up multifold
having to move with silvery locks
and unwanted wrinkles and spots brown
with the aging there enters the blocks
both physical and mental in the run
one tumbling over the other
falling flat with a thud.
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