you silver hair
i can help you counting them
reminiscing time you’ve gone through,
all the sweets and bitters, years and tears

your black and silver hair
a harmonious crown of a king
an old soul’s wisdom
the heart beats igniting sunbeams after a long winter

they’re dancing with the wind,
your silver hair on a Sunday morning,
not hiding, not hidden
painting you a humble look, effortlessly,
amid those golds and glitters

i wonder how much the time loves you
since your silver hair is the best thing age can do
you grow older but livelier
kinder and happier
fulfilled and content

your silver hair
i can’t help myself from thinking
that growing old is a gift
knowing you make it matters

January 2017


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