Crowned With White

*I see myself Years down the road My hair thin Just as my fathers is now Just as my grandfathers was back then I see it clearly White as snow How the realization falls on me That only in that time will I know The meaning of true tiredness The weariness of aging eyes Which have seen the full duration of life And looking out From here inside I realize that within my skin A younger man will always reside Even if my glasses one-day need frames Or my love passes away before my eyes Or something along those lines I will probably write forever and always Throughout every hour Of the day and night Because once the mind is awake and alive It cannot stop perusing what is right How I see it clearly In this moment know That the white which rests atop my head Will not forever be of snow*

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