Little Grey Hairs

Should I fear growing old
After all it is what I'm told
That to be forever young
Is the song I hear sung

Tired hands and weary back
Stuck on the beaten track
Is what is to come
When I am no longer young

But I look forward to grey hair
The journey I'll take to get there
A crown of wisdom upon my head
From the years & steps I've tread

Wrinkled eyes from many smiles
Wrinkled brow from many trials
And many stories to be told
Of my journey growing old

By Pete Scopes