Best Grey Haired Poems

 I wander far from the coal-tar smog
and buzzing sounds of the city
to a place where I can smell
fresh-cut hay in a tepid breeze.
I stroll...

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So strange this land, old and yet young.
Where is this place of tall green trees,
and grey-haired men in unknown tongue?
they must have traveled summer's breeze.

Adobe...

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Winter Weary
A rhyme that sends a winters “chill’.
With snow, not knowing where to start.
But as he’s had some time to “chill”. 
A fellow with a...

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Put it down to a grey-haired obsession;
Participles are a vexed question.
Even though it sounds quaint,
Elegant it ain't,
Robbing gerunds of their possessions!...

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The Mayans were an intelligent lot,
At least that’s what I’m told.
So I sat around for umpteen years
Just waiting for Doomsday to unfold

I watched as some...

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"The Ways"     
Failure, my grey haired mentor 
Toil with me once more 
Send me into bowels of competition 
Content with loss,...

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Sitting on the bus with a
thirst. My little girl asking
me for a drink, yet I have
nothing to give.

A kind
stranger over hears. An old
lady with silvery...

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Oh a Nation of Assault
                    ...

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Having an obvious proclivity for story-telling,
the old man leaned forward in his chair,
eager to impress the grey-haired men gathered around him
while he continued with the...

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Light of day
brings
a visitor.

Magnificent, 
grey-haired 
bastard
from 
nowhere
but here.

Banters at me,
"There is a
plan for you."

With hands spread
illustrates,
"From birth
to death..."

Pauses
and waits 
for me.

Then in revelation,
"and in between..."

Comes...

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Pomp and Circumstance
          time and life got in the way
      ...

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In a midland Drive-In, ‘neath an August moon. 
The feature was “The Creature from the Black Lagoon”.
Sat two young kids, with young passions hewn.
Young at...

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The hazy morning dew of spring
Glitters as a Sheppard’s son
Envelops a gentle fawn
On equally wobbly knees.

Clear blue summer afternoons
Shine as a man
Wrestles the mighty lion
On...

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As we sat for a quick evening snack
A knock on our door came with a smack.
A thoughtful lady whom we adore,
Our sweet grey-haired neighbor from...

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