Grey
Grey
My wife has said
They’re going grey
How many more
By Saturday?
Just one or two
They are so nice
Pepper and salt-
I pay time’s price
Is this a sign
I am time’s fool
Or is it just
My work at school?
I’ll hide my worry
In my words
And think of all
The bees and birds
Do they go grey
Or is their time
To die when they
Are in their prime?
I will not ask
I’ll wait and see
How many more
Will grow on me
No strut or fret
No lengthy pause
Thoughts as they come
I’m in time’s claws
If I had spent
My darker days
Thinking less
And writing more -
Who knows what
I would be today
A poet with
His hair gone grey?
Copyright © Charles Barry | Year Posted 2020
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