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?

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