Is That A White Hair On Your Head? Poem by L C Vieira

Is that a white hair on your head?
Oh, more than one (the one you dread) !
Yet with each one, a story's told
And there in each the birthday's hold,
And all the years between them lie
Of hearts and hands and tears you've dried.

Again today, you wear your crown
Of brightest jewels from God's own gown
That flow into a father's love,
An endless stream from above,
With plenty more to go around,
With plenty more for all around.