Tag Archives: older

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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Birthday Warrior

5 Nov

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!”

                                           ~Miro

Grey

10 Jun

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