I would like to have my hair back.
It once was thick and nearly black.
Now it is thin and almost white,
Bald spot reflecting lots of light.
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Painful facts painted in humour! As we grow old, our hair turns grey and thin. We lose our eyesight and the sharpness of our ears...... We may also lose our mind and as you feel it is the most deplorable loss. But I wonder how your fingers are reduced from 10 to eight.... I am sure it must have been an accident. But as far as you can look at all these losses with a sense of humour and as part of a natural process, you haven't lost anything! You are still a victor! Interesting poem!
Yes, Kim, I can relate to your poem. But, it helps to be surrounded by good friends and family.
It's nothing, but nature. Nice to view patiently how things happen, as they happen, but not to repent on what is lost. Nice write! Enjoyed reading.
if you're a woman, Kim, truly your mind is missing; well, it's a man's
miss my mind? Why I forget all about it, most of all I just can't seechit!
Your poems Kim are adorable. full of humour, rhyme rhythm and an optimistic outlook towards getting older and you are indeed aging gracefully and you are charming. I enjoy your poems.