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! ! ! Does Black Ink Ever Turn Grey?

Rating: 3.1
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
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Thursday, July 31, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: aging
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COMMENTS
Ntsako Manhisa 04 July 2018
i'm pretty sure i will Re-visting this rhyme but that's if i will still be able to remember. Nice poem
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Nkululeko Mdudu 30 April 2019
thank you for your words of encouragement
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Ashraful Musaddeq 02 June 2009
Luminous thoughts provoking poem.10+++
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Bob Blackwell 25 May 2009
Barry's right this is a brilliant poem. My red hair is grey and I guess I enjoy every moment as it comes along, so I am glad I qualify to return and read this poem. But I have cheated, I enjoyed it so much I have taken a copy to read at leisure. Age is unimportant, we can only live moment as it comes along. Bob 10+++
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Lindo Mvelase 19 April 2009
yoh! man what a brilliant poem, your mind is so increbible. I wish I could meet more people of your kind.
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Keegan Coutriers 26 March 2009
Hi there, certainly does compliment my piece. Have to agree with Alf, u certainly have the talent for a 19 year old, i'd love to read what u write after you've experienced a bit more of life's ups & downs. The end product is always better, so keep maturing with regards to your writing.
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Alf Hutchison 24 March 2009
Nkululeko for a nineteen year old you have great forevision.. I hope you read it again when you are my age 65. A good read, and black ink does turn grey believe me. how about reading my Zimbabwean drums?
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a lovely poem to read, well structure love it
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Khanyisile Cele 06 August 2008
This is a nice poem it reminds us that time is too precious to waste and what ever you do yuo mustn't look back and regret.
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Wanelisa Albert 06 August 2008
I BEG TO DIFFER! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! read yoonoos peerbocus poem silvery years. i hope in my old years i will be smiling over my life and the fulfilment and love i imparted over people.not be sad and bitter but calling my journey to eternity and to meet my god.
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Greenwolfe 1962 05 August 2008
This is written be a very young man. Obviously, a young man with a heart who has more on his mind than young women. This is not normal. But normal behavior for one his age is certain to be either a crime, a sin, or stupid. Let us take this time to praise the abnormal teenager. GW62
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