Among the bushes of side-burns lied that meandering white hair just around my right ear, giving me so much of fear. On the roll was my contemplation, my day-dreaming as I started thinking Of those teeth that would be gone, Of those wrinkles that would surface Of those bones that would go weak and no-longer hold my own weight.
As my thoughts crept into the grey days with the dusky sun burying its rays I looked at life .... those 'young' old days And before i could cry, I smiled at myself .... looking into the mirror that unveiled my hair All I saw was just a thread playing around, grey and dead!!!!