Singing Wind Rose,Silver Among The Gold</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=16.htm>Singing Wind Rose</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Silver Among The Gold</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>Here's a poem I wrote thinking about grandkids and how younger folk seem tolook at us that are aging or are older.<br>Although my hair is nearly gray,<br>I know it's fine to look this way.<br>For I have heard from Elders old,<br>as stories that are mine,<br>that gray hairs come over course of time.<br>All of us over time,<br>share this thing<br>and call it mine.<br>In this way, the story's told,<br>of frosty hair among the gold.<br>So don't fret at growing old,<br>dressing warm and feeling cold,<br>the change of your hair,<br>the wrinkles of skin,<br>Or wisdom you give-<br>again and again.<br>So we know from times of old,<br>the life we live and what we've showed;<br>the things we give and stories we've told,<br>with a frosty head our looks behold,<br>Hairs of Silver among the Gold...</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>