Black to Grey to White
The shades and tones
change to match the age of bones
My youthfulness fleeting
There's no cheating father time
My hair goes from black to grey to white
sleepless nights and zombie days
a hazy existence of this and that
Doing what we're told to do
we put our noses down
and go to town to earn that buck
My mom noticed that I had a white hair today. Is that the first of many because I'm getting old? Or is this stress turning my hair white a strand at a time? Who knows. I wish I had more time. Peace out.
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