Grey Hair

Greying hair, a saga

of tiresome waiting and

lonesome journey

despite company.

Like soft moon light,

yet takes courage to own.

My wisdom highlights,

yet I cover them to disown.

For, I am yet to feel wise –

greying hair, slivering

through noon light,

shimmering under the sun.

Grey hair will always

remind us, how much

we cared, how much we

fought, how much we won.

Every grey of mine,

a saga of time.

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