<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=492861" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>She Who Wears The White Hairs</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">she who wears the white hairs<br>teaches me what to do with my life<br>i embrace her and take the clue<br>from the scent of her wisdom <br>earned by her for years and years<br>the weight burdening much <br>on her bare shoulders</div><div style="margin:10px 0">her wrinkles speak of the struggles<br>of the past warring on the moles of her<br>cheeks the furrows where tears rush<br>and fall and then seep on the floor</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i kiss her tonight for it is her birthday<br>and i whisper to her my gratitude<br>i smell the sweetness of her soul<br>and it sinks deeper into the recesses<br>of my heart: here is the lady who made me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i once remember the Chinese eyes in me<br>my brown skin so tight to my bones<br>my complacency removed from my youth<br>my mind soaring like a blithe spirit in the air<br>she was there all the days of my life<br>teaching, guiding and patiently noting<br>what i lack, what i need and what i must be</div><div style="margin:10px 0">soon i shall have her white hairs too<br>her wrinkles her sad smile her own death<br>soon like her i will stand proud too<br>she did her best and we were brought to the test<br>she does not mind her passing we are ready for the timing<br>we shall switch roles, she dies we save more souls</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=492861" data-title="She Who Wears The White Hairs de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="she who wears the white hairs teaches me what to do with my life i embrace her and take the clue from the scent of her wisdom earned by her for years and years the weight burdening much on her bare shoulders her wrinkles speak of the struggles ..."></div> </div> </div>

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