! ! ! Does Black Ink Ever Turn Grey? - Poem by Nkululeko Mdudu
When this head of black strings turns grey
When this spring September turns to chilly May
When all you enjoyed becomes dull and boring
When the only noise you make is when you're snoring
When your facial hair starts to fall off
When few call you Bru. and plenty call you prof.
When none at all call you on the phone
Except your doctor with his clinical tone
When your children, if any; prefer to leave you all alone
Because they say your stories are old
Except when they are left out in the cold
By bosses or boyfriends or girls who didn't care
When you are good for tough times, it's not fair!
Because when times are good then they are tough on you
It's as if when you speak the bird on the clock goes 'Cuckoo'
When all you've got are the good old days
When all they see are your strange old ways
When time has stolen your youth
And all you can tell is the cold hard truth
When you've learnt to appreciate every moment in time
Then you might want to re-visit this rhyme.
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