turn gray
and I just said -
meh, there are still
so many more
eons to live…
…years passed,
and lost in their hustle
I didn't even see
that meh morph into
patches of sea grass
sprinkled across
my scalp.
Eons, they are no longer there
waiting to be lived,
there never were,
I just had not realized
that the gray hair
was trying to tell me
a secret that
time passes by, and life,
it does end.
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