Strands Of Silver Poem by Michael Adeosun

Strands Of Silver

Every single strand of silver in my beard,
ones that shoot out on my head,
a laurel for gained experience
of decades on this realm of existence.

And the pushback in my hairline,
a marker for fights and wins which may not have made the headline.

A soldier still, in the front line.
Out of the dark, still I shine.

Heady.
Yes, rock-steady.

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Written on the 22nd September 2022
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