Silver Lines

When he said – you have grey hairs

I said – it happens when you get old,

the silver lines – sparkle and define your crown.

Was getting old a feat to fear?

Was I to hide behind hues of dark dyes

just to escape ridicule?

I feared – rather, getting old without finding myself,

hiding behind a veil of unfulfilled dreams.

I feared – rather, getting old and never pursuing passion,

being imprisoned with rancor.

If one didn’t die young then old age rewards you,

with wrinkles and silver lines,

old age – denotes wisdom and experience

and the silver lines – sparkle and define your crown.