Roots on fire
Throwing grey
Ash from what
Was life, age
Takes its toll
Leaving only a
Very bad hair
Day
Tag ageing
Going Grey
You don’t have to worry about going grey, Mom
We are all going to go grey
I’m going to go grey
My brother is going to go grey
Dad is going to go grey
Your mother would have gone grey too
It is nothing to be scared of
And besides
You look pretty with your grey
❤
Growing Older
Creeping up swiftly
Time travels deftly
Carrying us along
Whether we would
Want to go or not
We have no choice
The nights roll by
Hours die daily as
We grow older one
Journey at a time
Being Ten
My teacher is in town
She taught me as a child
Thirty years following on
I showed her my new home
When I was ten
And she loomed large
This day would have been
A lifetime away
And here we are
And this is now
Lifetimes away
From being ten
All Grown Up
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “All Grown Up.”
When I was the age of twenty two
I packed my bags and bid farewell
Kissed my father on the cheek
And thanked him for all he had done for me
I moved out of house
I moved out of home
To a tiny apartment
With a colleague to share
On my very first shop
I bought some milk, coffee and tea
And felt as grown up
As one could be
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