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
Bald from Piebald, crowned with white
