A Mirror

Thin threads of hair fell to dirt like autumn leaves. Grayed disappearing under the harsh sunlight what I had left connected to my aging head. Wrinkled in a disagreement my forehead fore tells the age of its bearer more than the silver mane. Ignored at first, but let in eventually a slight smile comes up. Heart warmed by the gratefulness for life, for the strength of body and the mind. For wisdom in maturity.