I am young and vibrant, full of life with a lot of love to give. My hair is black with streaks of grey; it is wisdom some say. As I age my hair will to, but the question is this: When my hair turns grey, will you still love me? Will you still look at me as you always have? Will you still look at me with love in your eyes? Will you still wipe my tears when I cry? Will you still tell me that everything is going to be alright?

Will we still laugh and talk? Will we still go and walk? Will we still ride around? Will we still go out for a night on the town? Will you still want to be seen with me? Will you still want to sleep next to me? Will we still have time alone? Will you still call me on the phone?

When my hair turns grey, will you still want to spend the rest of your life with me? When my hair turns grey, will I love you will I still hear you say? When my hair turns grey, please don’t take your love away.

When my hair turns grey, will you still love my eyes, and my smile? When my hair turns grey, will you still think I am fine? When my hair turns grey, will you still be there? When my hair turns grey, for me will you still care? On and on I could go asking these questions from my heart. When you turn completely grey, I will still love you with all of my heart. ©2021

Young and old alike, we will all turn grey if we live long enough. -Shaunelius L. Sterns