My jet-black tresses and the glossy, glass skin-
Ah! Are they the things of the yore!
The silvery strands instead are now a new lure.
Like a model, I wear a crown of gracious gray
For I know, this pearly wisdom is here to stay!
In gratitude flow and sing these lovely locks,
As my radiant face peers through lush, wavy hair
To reflect a seasoned soul, with all its own flair!
Teeming with toil and agony which fueled
The furnace of life, carving the crown bejeweled!
In poise glow and dance these lustrous tasseled tufts,
The bounty of beauteous Lord I do proudly reveal
Beyond rash youth, a class I’d rather not conceal!
Every silver line in the gray is an asset dear,
A celebration of life grown richer each gone year.
The silver silhouette is to my forehead
A hallmark of storms weathered; lessons learned in grit
Imbued with faith, I beam the never-say-dye spirit!
This life in all its ripeness and fulness I embrace
Holding my head high, I call it ageing with grace!
Copyright © Harpreet Kaur | Year Posted 2020
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