It's an odd business, isn't it, watching the colour slowly fading from your hair? Mind you, I'm glad to still have some.Fine poem, Bobby.
Hello Jonathan,Strange indeed. Keep anticipating my hair taking the same thinning route that my father's took. Thank you for your kind comment. Hope all is well with you.B.R.
The I-beams are grey
because they're painted.
The trees are grey
because they're not.
My hair is turning
more greyly daily.
The sky is grey
until tonight.
It's an odd business, isn't it, watching the colour slowly fading from your hair?
ReplyDeleteMind you, I'm glad to still have some.
Fine poem, Bobby.
Hello Jonathan,
DeleteStrange indeed. Keep anticipating my hair taking the same thinning route that my father's took.
Thank you for your kind comment. Hope all is well with you.
B.R.