With ev’ry passing year
We find more hairs of grey
And shorter grows each day
Or so I often hear
But oft comes wisdom, too
If we can seek it out
And learn to turn about
From that which is untrue
With ev’ry passing year
We find more hairs of grey
And shorter grows each day
Or so I often hear
But oft comes wisdom, too
If we can seek it out
And learn to turn about
From that which is untrue
A Poem A Day 