White hair
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
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safina (Pseudonym) (
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So very true Nafisa, strangely my partner and I were talking about this last night after seeing something on the television about changing the way you look.
I have a philosophy in life:
"This is me if you do not like what you see that is your problem, not mine"
My partner feels the same and to me she is beautiful all the time.
Andy
that's the spirit, my friend. this will not only prevent heartbreak, but will make you immune to barbs about your age. i firmly believe that you are as young as your heart is - not the body..and i find so many on this site are senior citizens living a positive and happy life, and making the best use of their time
so cheers to us, may we always have reasons and seasons of smiles to see us through the pathway of life
Aging gracefully is the true beauty of our journey. My mother calls it wisdom hair 🌹
your mother is wise indeed.
thanks for the feedback. have a good day
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