Oh my long grey hair
You are past compare
No one now sees your kind
For all have taken to hair dying
You get long puzzled stares
Because you are so rare
Among all the coloured heads
Dyed with multi coloured shades
You remind of salt and pepper
And all things coarse and withered
You remind of time and aging
To all who are young forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wisely penned.....thanks for sharing..