some days start perfectly
the sun shines
the birds twitter
they were doing it
before we ever were
and then
one small cloud
appears on the not so far
horizon
my hair is silver
or to define the colour
in a less than romantic way
salt and pepper
my eyebrows dark
until today
one white eyebrow hair
now youth has fled
leaving me bereft
my mind a circle of memories
and mourning
i plucked the fucker out
Copyright © 2004-2010 by Eryll Oellermann
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