Going grey: A poem 

Time speaks a million times 

In each cell and greying line 

That when the fruit begins to decay 

Can the fading star make our day? 

Dust of disuse falls like rain 

And wisdom harvests in the pain 

We’ve seen our parents into the night 

Now it’s our turn to share their plight 

No rancour at our leaders’ deceit 

That the hope of youth did bitterly greet 

The inventory of the poor is in the smile 

That bravely runs the distant miles 

So, let life’s dark calm like breeze 

And soothe the trunk of bending trees 

So, when seasons turn to age and disease 

We learn to live in love’s cherished memories