The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs.
quote by Hunter S. Thompson
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The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs.
The game of love
The game of love that I played
I was unfair all the way
I won your heart and broke it
Like a poor toy made of clay
Now I long for you today
When my hairs have become gray
Now I understand all the truth
I wasted all my precious youth
I made mistake in the first place
My whole life is now in a mess
Now I long for you today
When my hairs have become gray
Now we are oceans apart
All the girls now break my heart
Now I know what you mean to me
So I cry for my destiny
Now I have lost life's joy and charms
Now I long for your tender arms
Now I long for you today
When my hairs have become gray
poem by Asif Andalib
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When The Right Time Comes
when the right time comes
i will tell you
that i love you
even when all our hairs
have turned to gray
even when all the gray hairs
have gone away
but now my love
my lips are sealed
my hands are chained
i am inside this cell
my feet are gel
wait a while
i am setting myself free
help me find
my claws my wings my eyes
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Between Me and My Mirror
quatrain, ABAB
Mirror, mirror, the answer please
sound it with your softest voice.
I deal, dear Face, with expertise.
Ask on, I fear you'll not rejoice.
Mirror, are there gray hairs dancing
in among my blackest blacks?
Face, I see your foes advancing.
They're waving little silver plaques
in bold print, revealing loudly:
Gray hairs never, ever quit.
Gray is in, wear it proudly.
Lie not, dye not, give up, submit.
Mirror, mirror, the answer please
What are my best alternatives?
Face it, gray is not some disease
for treatment nor preventatives.
Glaring roots and ghastly color
will leave you appalled with regret
Let gray come, life could be duller
thank God, you're not bald, not yet.
poem by Reason A. Poteet
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Isaiah 46: 3
(from the song 'Isaías 46: 3' by Daniel Calveti)
From our mom’s womb
Until our gray hairs
//I’ll adore you//
From our mom’s womb
Until our gray hairs
//I’ll adore you//
//You deal with me//
//You do fill me//
//You do love me//
//You have made me//
////I’ll adore you////
////I’ll adore you////
From our mom’s womb
Until our gray hairs
//I’ll adore you//
From our mom’s womb
Until our gray hairs
//I’ll adore you//
//You deal with me//
//You do fill me//
//You do love me//
//You have made me//
////I’ll adore you////
////I’ll adore you////
////I’ll adore you////
You are Holy
You are so sweet
You are so just
We adore Your Love
//You deal with me//
//You do fill me//
//You do love me//
//You have made me//
////I’ll adore you////
////I’ll adore you////
poem by Jordys Herrera
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Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.
quote by Rabindranath Tagore
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All Things Must Pass
Sunrise doesn't last all morning.
A cloudburst doesn't last all day.
Seems my love is up
And has left you with no warning.
It's not always been this gray.
All things must pass.
All things must pass away.
Sunset doesn't last all evening.
A mind can blow those clouds away.
After all this
My love is up and must be leaving.
It's not always been this gray.
All things must pass.
All things must pass away.
All things must pass.
None of life's dreams can last.
So
song performed by by Beatles
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A person who doesn't know but knows that he doesn't know is a student; teach him. A person who knows but who doesn't know what he knows is asleep; awaken him. But a person who knows and knows that he knows is wise; follow him.
The Dew Drops Mist
Whatever it is that you've been told...
As the dew drops mist,
Each morning that unfolds...
Mother Nature to this is committed.
To all things that exist.
And even you and I...
We are caught up the mix.
Whatever the season that comes to leave,
We may have our differences and do not agree.
But,
Nonstop Mother Nature shows...
Everything that lives,
She assists its growth.
And you and I can do what we like.
In between the fussing, cussing and fights.
You and I can decide to hide or be seen...
But mother Nature is there!
And always on the ecene.
It doesn't matter if we chit chat or scatter.
Upon this existence the dew drops mist.
It doesn't matter if we scatter without chatter.
Upon this existence the dew drops mist.
And,
We can be a little rich or poor.
Or never answer a knock on our doors.
It doesn't matter if we chit chat or scatter.
Upon this existence the dew drops mist.
Whatever the season that comes to leave,
We may have our differences and do not agree.
But,
Nonstop Mother Nature shows...
Upon this existence the dew drops mist.
Every morning when you're yawning and it's dawn,
On this existence the dew drops mist.
It doesn't matter in your life what's going on,
'Cause...
In this existence the dew drops mist.
Whatever it is that you've been told...
As the dew drops mist,
Each morning that unfolds...
Mother Nature to this is committed.
To all things that exist.
And even you and I...
We are caught up the mix.
So,
Every morning when you're yawning and it's dawn,
On this existence the dew drops mist.
It doesn't matter in your life what's going on,
'Cause...
In this existence the dew drops mist.
Whatever the season that comes to leave,
We may have our differences and do not agree.
But,
Nonstop Mother Nature shows it and knows...
Upon this existence the dew drops mist.
Whatever the season that comes to leave,
We may have our differences and do not agree.
But,
Nonstop Mother Nature shows it and knows...
Upon this existence the dew drops mist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Bangladeshi People
I am not ugly but no one loves me
They are so hungry for sex and money!
I am not sexually impotent guy
But up to now my life is full of good bye!
The people insult me for my gray hairs
They do the things whatever devil dares!
God knows I am not at all a bad person
But they treat me so bad for no good reason!
poem by Asif Andalib
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One Person.
As life goes on you experience many different hardships,
and you start to open your eyes to what really matters.
if someone doesn't appreciate you, then screw them.
if someone doesn't respect you, then don't respect them.
if someone doesn't love you, show them what they're missing.
and more of all if someone doesn't see you for the amazing person you are, then don't stress over it, because they're only one person.
poem by Amanda Currier
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Combing My Hair
Now people always come around
But they don't always stick around
I run a comb across my head
I wish my hair would settle down
The clock I see is running slow
The batteries are running low
I run a comb across my head
And it feels the same like it did before
You're just another first footer across my door
And little less care (hair?) than I had last year
But it doesn't worry me because I
I have no fear
Here
The car I see is painted black
I'm steering (staring) at the driver's back
He runs a comb across his head
And it feels the same like it did before
You're just another fresh fare across his door
And little less care than he had last year
But it doesn't worry him because he
He has no fear
Here, here
Now people always come around
But they don't always stick around
They run a comb across your head
I wish my hair would settle down
The clock I see is running slow
We've only got three years to go
We run our combs across our heads
And it feels the same like it did before
You're just another first footer across the door
And little less care than we took last year
But it doesn't worry us because we
We have no fear
Here
Have we
We have no fear
Have we
We have no fear
song performed by by Travis
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There was an Old Person in Gray,
Whose feelings were tinged with disman;
She purchased two Parrots,
And fed them with Carrots,
Which pleased that Old Person in Gray.
quote by by Edward Lear
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Time Passes So Swiftly
for indeed
time passes so swiftly
this morning i was just a very young boy
holding to the virtual hands of mama
tonight, to my dismay
i have become a man with gray hairs
trying to forget every sad memory of my life
emptying myself
for this last trip for i shall travel with the air
and dissolve myself again
to the arms of time.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Boy Named Samuel
We have a son, Samuel is his name
He has a twin, but they aren't the same
As a baby, I felt his name should be Taz
Hell in diapers, he was full of pizzazz
The smaller of the two, soon he grew
Now, he is taller by an inch or two
Stubborn as a mule, proud as a peacock
An avid reader, who doesn't go for baby talk
We love him even when he gives us gray hairs
We always remember him in our nightly prayers
poem by Charles Hancock
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I Wish That I Could Have Stayed In My Twenties
Life seemed so good when I was in my twenties
Before time left me looking old and gray
I used to play Soccer and Gaelic football
And I could run and chase the ball all day.
I was never much good at soccer or Gaelic football
Though like many others I too dreamt of fame
But I did not play for esteem and honours
I only played because I loved the game
I wish that I could have stayed in my twenties
Life is much better for those in their prime
But on looking back three decades passed so quickly
And one can't turn back the hands of time.
It has been said that with gray hairs there's wisdom
But as often is the case it isn't so
Some people as they age they grow less tolerant
And they seemed to have more wisdom years ago.
The best years of my life were in my twenties
When I could run and chase the ball all day
And don't tell me that in gray hairs there is wisdom
When it is more of a sign of ageing and decay.
poem by Francis Duggan
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What I Appreciate
I appreciate
A person who acknowledge
His or her mistakes
I appreciate a person
Who apologizes
And doesn't hesitate
I appreciate
A person who makes
You believe
What they say because
They mean it truly
I appreciate
A person who keeps their word
After all it's what I deserve
I appreciate
A person who's apology
I can accept
Because it will be sincere
And I can forgive and forget it
I appreciate
Having someone I admire
It is my desire
I appreciate a person
Like this I would
Be truly flattered
For it's important
And to me it matters
So I know you are wondering
Can I do the same thing.....
Absolutely
poem by Tameeka Smith
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Just Because
Just because you did
Doesn't mean that you should
Just because you can
Doesn't mean that you could
Just because you are able
Doesn't mean you would
Just because you sat
Doesn't mean you should‘ve stood.
Just because you spoke
Doesn't mean that you thought
Just because you looked
Doesn't mean that you sought
Just because you argued
Doesn't mean that you fought
Just because you dreamed
Doesn't mean that you wished not.
Just because you cried
Doesn't mean that you wept
Just because you had
Doesn't mean that you kept
Just because you cleaned
Doesn't mean that you swept
Just because you said yes
Doesn't mean that you accept.
Just because you gathered
Doesn't mean that you own
Just because you gave up
Doesn't mean that you were alone
Just because you saw
Doesn't mean that you were shown
Just because you expiate
Doesn't mean you should atone.
Just because your old
Doesn't mean that you have flaws
Just because you won
Doesn't mean you have to applause
Just because you waited
Doesn't mean that you paused
Just because you were you
Doesn't mean anything, because.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Another Sad Day
My hairs are now gray
But you are not here with me
Another sad day
poem by Asif Andalib
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Ringing the Bells
And this is the way they ring
the bells in Bedlam
and this is the bell-lady
who comes each Tuesday morning
to give us a music lesson
and because the attendants make you go
and because we mind by instinct,
like bees caught in the wrong hive,
we are the circle of crazy ladies
who sit in the lounge of the mental house
and smile at the smiling woman
who passes us each a bell,
who points at my hand
that holds my bell, E flat,
and this is the gray dress next to me
who grumbles as if it were special
to be old, to be old,
and this is the small hunched squirrel girl
on the other side of me
who picks at the hairs over her lip,
who picks at the hairs over her lip all day,
and this is how the bells really sound,
as untroubled and clean
as a workable kitchen,
and this is always my bell responding
to my hand that responds to the lady
who points at me, E flat;
and although we are not better for it,
they tell you to go. And you do.
poem by Anne Sexton
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