Grey hair is not a glorious crown
Worn by a
righteous life
But an
unwillingness to buy dye
Grey hair is not a glorious crown
Worn by a
righteous life
But an
unwillingness to buy dye
If I'd realized I was going
To live beyond
my sixties
I'd have
taken better care
I concentrate, every second
I can never
slack
Once my dad
let his mind wander,
And it
never came back
You gain knowledge, dignity
Tolerance and serenity
As you get
older without a doubt
As I was going by Charing Cross,
A cyclist ran me down of course
Are you wearing
a manly chin?
All dimply
and square jawed
Very good
looking indeed
I love you by any measure
You might
wish to use
But I don’t
know how to express
The way I
feel about you
And the affect
you have on me
So, I hope
this gives you a clue
If you were
a delicacy
Then I
would say you are
Without a
doubt
Beluga
caviar