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Grey

19 Feb

Grey

Grey hairs are a fact of life
There’s no reason to fret
With each new strand that has no hue
I never get upset

I don’t see them as representing
That I’m getting older
Instead they are a testament
That I am growing bolder

Just as weathering will score
A proven tank in battle
The silver strands that grace my temples
Show that I won’t rattle

Ashen stubble on my chin
Is no concern of mine
It just means that when trouble comes
I bear instead of whine

Greys are badges from the years
Of having persevered
With every strand of pigment lost
There’s one less thing I’ve feared

Why would someone go and use
Some dye to hide the fact
That they’ve survived and proceed to
Withstand the world’s impact?

Salt and pepper is a way
Of telling everyone
That the battle’s half way through
And so far you have won

The amount of greys that you have on
Your head directly shows
That when the going got real tough
Your warrior arose

For grey’s the color of a fighter
One who won’t back down
The prize for bearing through it all:
A granite tinted crown

I’m thankful that as years go by
My dark mane changes tone
That both my hairdo and resolve
Together tint to stone

So next time you see greys peak out
From within your fine locks
Don’t fret over losing youth
Embrace your silver fox

It’s the color of experience
Clarity and poise
Leave the red and blonde and brown
For little girls and boys

                              ~Miro

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Grey

7 Oct

Grey

Grey hairs are a fact of life, there’s no reason to fret
With each new strand that has no hue I never get upset
I don’t see them as representing that I’m getting older
Instead they are a testament that I am growing bolder
Just as weathering will score a proven tank in battle
The silver strands that grace my temples show that I won’t rattle
Ashen stubble on my chin is no concern of mine
It just means that when trouble comes I bear instead of whine
Greys are badges from the years of having persevered
With every strand of pigment lost, there’s one less thing I’ve feared
Why would someone go and use some dye to hide the fact
That they’ve survived and proceed to withstand the world’s impact?
Salt and pepper is a way of telling everyone
That the battle’s half way through and so far you have won
The amount of greys that you have on your head directly shows
That when the going got real tough, your Warrior arose
For grey’s the color of a fighter, one who won’t back down
The prize for bearing through it all: a granite tinted crown
I’m thankful that as years go by my dark mane changes tone
That both my hairdo and resolve together tint to stone
So next time you see greys peak out from within your fine locks
Don’t fret over losing youth, embrace your silver fox
It’s the color of experience, clarity and poise
Leave the red and blonde and brown for little girls and boys

                                            ~Miro

Birthday Warrior

5 Nov

Happy Birthday to me! Nothing but gratitude for growing one year older and bolder.

Birthday Warrior

A birthday’s just another day
That makes me stand apart
From other normals who fear that
They’ll become an old fart

I do not hide my age when asked
I don’t say, “Nevermind!”
I’m proud of every year I’ve lived
Even the ones unkind

I’m proud of every silver strand
That grows into my mane
I’m proud of vascularity
Each big, protruding vein

I’m proud of every grey whisker
That grows into my beard
Every wrinkle, ache and pain
And other thing that’s feared

By those who wish time would stand still
A WARRIOR am I
The passing of the hour glass
Does not make this man cry

For time is precious, every year
That’s passed has been a gift
And I appreciate it more
Now that it goes by swift

Load the cake with candles
The inferno won’t scare me
To dread a birthday makes one an
Ingrate to high degree

Joke about, “You’re getting old!”
I’ll joke back, “I’ve endured!
And will continue to do so
My passion can’t be cured!”

They’ll warn, “Oh wait ‘till you slow down
Oh wait ‘till you’re like me!”
“NEVER!” I’ll quickly reply
“A WARRIOR is me!”

Never bowing to defeat
Never giving an inch
With every candle on the cake
I will not cringe or flinch

“Bring it on!” the warrior says
All things which pose a threat
“Bring it on because you have
Not seen anything yet!”

Chemical Beauty

13 Oct


Chemical Beauty

Lipstick, mascara
Some blush on the cheeks
Hair curled and tousled
With highlights and streaks

Bright red nail polish
And long fake eyelashes
Bleached teeth that blind
When their smile flashes

Some girls work so hard
To accentuate
Their natural beauty
To increase heart rate

To arouse and enliven
The men in their lives
These sweethearts and girlfriends
And partners and wives

Paint themselves up
And in doing so hide
Themselves with every
Cosmetic applied

With every brow tweezed
With every grey dyed
With every injection
Their true selves they hide

Some take it further
Go under the knife
To cling to their beauty
They’ll endure much strife

The saying “skin deep”
Is quite apropos
A fitting way to
Describe those shallow

Concerned with the surface
With what the eyes see
Myself? I prefer
The ones who are free

The ones confident
To wear their true face
To see blemishes
And not try erase

To embrace their wrinkles
The strands of grey hair
To not care if men
Will notice and stare

The ones who know that
The kind of men who
Just care how you look
Do not have a clue

On how to look deep
And see what’s within
They’re not after heart
They’re just after skin

So next time you stand
In front of the mirror
Holding that lipstick
Lean a bit nearer

Take a look closer
At what you are covering
Look close enough
And you’ll be discovering

You’re using the products
Of companies that
Want you to think
Your beauty is flat

That you need accents
And highlights and blush
To make all the men
Excited and gush

The truth is there’s nothing
As beautiful as
The confidence that
A warrior has

The feeling that she
Doesn’t need factories
To make products that
Will help her appease

Nothing’s as gorgeous
As women who know
They’re pretty enough
To makeup forgo

The stunning ones who
This wisdom do reap:
That chemical beauty’s
Only skin deep

                         Miro

Connected

7 Sep

Connected

Weather must be changing
Bones all throb and ache
The dagger in my shoulder
Now feels like a stake

Gravity is pulling
Even harder when
All the leaves are falling
Off the trees again

Every shift in weather
Connects to a nerve ending
Every time it rains
A new pain is sending

Most see cloudy days
As just a dreary thing
Not a scorpion
That all day does sting

All my joints inflame
Depending on the weather
Storm and shoulder rumble
And thunder all together

Lighting strikes across
The sky while bright lights flash
Across my eyes when daggers
In my body slash

“Oh no, a dreary day”
I hear and shake my head
“You have no idea”
My thought words go unsaid

I grit my teeth and wait
For the next sunny day
Connected to a climate
That won’t as much weigh

                                           Miro