Every Strand Of Fiber Grey

It is too late to captivate my interest.
The moment I knocked on your door,
There was an opportunity for the both of us...
To explore possibilities and stop immaturities.
But no!
Instead you adopted,
A chase you wanted me to follow as if to enjoy.

I must remind you of the other little boys you tease?
Look at me...
Every strand of fiber grey on my head you see,
I have earned.
Hoping to flatter me by saying I look distinguish,
Does not a peaking up of my interest do!
With a staying power that will suit either one of us.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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