The silver in my hair,
seems prominent today.
Am I really getting old,
And wise like they say ?
What is the difference,
I ask myself.
I still feel young,
Like I did yesterday.
Age is just I number
I’ve heard this so often.
But now, this moment,
I do agree if I may!
I’m over the hill,
And past my prime.
And the silver that I have
Is here to stay.
I carry this with pride
And keep it this way.
The demons that I have,
I shall still slay.
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