Silver Strand Poem by Ryano ; ,

Friends are like strands of hair
You forget when you have them
& miss it when you don't
Losing more along the way
Some hold on until they're grey
Take care of them when you are young &
Less may trickle down the drain
Only few hold the lucky charm
& keep it together ‘til final days

Small strands label you a child
Take no care & it gets ugly
Too many chemicals do harm
Too many & it gets messy
None at all & you feel cold
All could lie in perfect place
But it only takes one to itch your skin

It feels like every single day
I find another falling out
& forget what's actually there
If life just happens to turn you bald
Love it the same before you lose it all

Time spent watching them grow & fall
Is better spent along the Silver Strand of Donegal