TINTED STRAND OF WISDOM
The day my eyes beheld
the sheeny silvery strand
almost had a nervous breakdown
was it not just yesterday
we recited nursery rhymes
and danced in the rain
yesterday when we wore oversized
shoes and baggy clothes
that mama bought us for christmas
yesterday when we were just
girls who had gabfests filled with
giggling about the far future
oh there it is!
the very first grey hair
glittering and standing proud
like a trophy about to be
presented to the winning team in the
glaring view of the teeming audience
first thought was to pluck it out
but at a second glance
saw art in the mind's eye
it's just a strand
not the official opening
of the floodgates
it's inevitable and means nothing
ultimately the beautiful
melanin hair will one day turn grey
no need to conceal it
not only does it get finer with age
but it also comes with insight
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