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Softly Gray
Tired of better days gone by
waiting on answers that will never come
he disdains the course of his plight
listens in the night
to his hair turn softly gray
There are no arms
open wide for him
there are no charms
able to replenish lost grins
only the night turns into the day
again he listens
to his hair turn softly gray
He may call on his lord
for an answer from above
or silently weep alone
remembering his past true love
the silence deaphening he may pray and pray
only to listen to the sound
of his hair, turn softly gray
There are no smiles left for him
the outcome of this hour has squelched the hope
the verdict comes to him the same each and every day
all that is left for him to do is cope
as he listens once again to the candle dim
as his hair,turns softly...gray
Copyright © 2001 Dennis Hicks
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