Silver’s signatured on my hair
And gold has filled my heart.
Wrinkles are here to stay forever,
no creams can make them part.
The mirror tells new tales so pale
that mornings make me shy!
The aging eyes shine bright ‘n say
“Don’t ask the reason, Why?”
But sings my soul the songs so pure
the songs of love divine.
the sky seems eager to touch my dreams,
the earth reassures- you’re mine.
Such silky thoughts surround my being
and softly whisper in ears,
“Just hold the tiny hand of a child
dispel her all fears!
Just take her angel face in your palm
and peep into those little eyes,
You will see me holding the whole universe
And a life full of surprise!”
I know the reason of that hair
so silvery why they shine?
the treasure trove of love they bring
to love all- all are mine!