Gray Hairs

A haiku about aging.

Photo by Lance Reis on Unsplash

Celebrating the

wisdom attained from living

this beautiful life.

Copyright © 2020 by Bill Holmes.

All rights reserved.

I dreaded the sight of my hair turning grey during my late thirties to mid-forties.

For me, they symbolized old age despite having my first one sprout from my scalp at 19. Although I’m 52, my mane’s color is still black, but more gray appears as it grows longer.

I have no desire to start coloring my hair nor shave my head bald. Truthfully speaking, I’m learning to accept and appreciate my gray hairs.

Aging is a part of the human life cycle, especially for those fortunate to grow older. Unfortunately, some people have difficulty accepting this fact. I’ll confess that I was one of those individuals up until I celebrated my 50th birthday in 2020.

The man I am today is grateful for and proud of the life I’ve led. Yes, I’ve made some mistakes and do have some regrets, but the positive always outweighs the negative.

I’m happy with the things I accomplished in my twenties through my forties including, but not limited to the following items: