Silver streaks of time

As seconds turn into minutes
Minutes into hours
And the days stretch into years
My eyes wander for the future
Awaiting ahead in uncertainty

Toiling hard for Tomorrow
Without looking back at Yesterday
Ignoring the beauty of Today

So swiftly did the years pass
Too busy was I fretting over
The troubles waiting in the Future
Too occupied was I to taste and cherish
The joy and laughter of Today

Won't the joyous breeze of yesterday
Ever caress me ever so gently, again?
Won't the devils of the uncrossed bridges of Tomorrow
Ever cease to torment me in my dreams, once?

Won't my sons, who now are too busy with their own lives
Ever leave a phone call for me?
Won't I ever see my grandchildren,
Who have never once seen their grandfather?

As life ebbs and flows calmly this second,
Would I watch these waves
Flow in the ocean of life, in peace
Or would these divine waves, too
Dance away its seething fury, only to
Crush me under its feet, in a raging storm?

The only streaks and remains of the
Forgotten laughter and tears
The serene waves of silver that
Flow along my wispy strands of hair
Those streaks of silver
The very trace of the buried past
Depicting the glory of the years bygone
The only imprint of those
Moments of smiles and tears
Left uncherished
Forever.

The first time I noticed these,
I frowned at the grey
Now, when I look at them
I smile at the silver.

Those silver streaks of time.
.

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