A little girl of two or three
As innocent as only she could be
Looked at my salt and pepper
And quietly asked me –
Why is your hair so white
Are you really that old ?
My granny has such black hair
Which in a bun she does hold..
I found her too young to explain
That I did not mind if I looked plain
Cos’ I had confidence that paid no heed..
So I, such frills, did not need.
How many of us find age a bane
And try to colour our lovely mane
Outward appearances do count of course
But why not let Nature take its course
So even if old age takes its toll
Let the days happily roll
Always be positive, each and every day
Just Enjoy yourself, come what may