Snow On My Hair Poem by Alex Haditaghi

As the years go by, I see my youth slip away
And with each passing day, I can't help but to dismay
At the choices that I've made and the paths that I've trod
And the things that I regret, the mistakes that I've not

For with age comes wisdom, and with wisdom comes regret
For all the things I could have done, but never quite did yet
And all the things I should have said, but held back in fear
And all the chances that I missed, year after year

But though the wrinkles on my face may tell a different tale
I know that it's not too late, for life is not a jail
And though I may be getting old, I still have time to start
To make new choices, take new paths, and heal a broken heart

So here I stand, at the crossroads once again
With time and choices stretching out before me like a pen
And though the road ahead may be long and winding still
I'll make the most of every day, and savor every thrill

For I may be getting old, but I am not yet done
And though I may have regrets, I'll rise above, and won.