Like Alison, I love the gray hair, and the wisdom that it has brought me! And the silver sheen of the lakes and rivers, and the dull gray of the sky today as it pours much needed rain down on us! How wonderfully you have brought gray to us!
Oh Michael, I read your words and think about my boyish silver gray hair that I enjoy so much more than the chaotic dark mane of earlier years. Perhaps some of the grey has accompanied a new maturity that allows me to understand and share the boundless wisdom of your words. Interestingly, I was listening to some erudite professor on the ABC the other morning and she said that the gray cells are not gray at all, but like rather dirty white toothpaste. Ah, give me the metaphor of the poet any day! I love your humble enquiry and your eloquence.