The Strands Of Grey

I saw a few strands of grey,

A cause of concern and dismay.

Am I ageing?? To myself I asked.

A question at which I balked.

Nah! I am not ..How can I?

I said with a smile so sly.

I am just growing and learning,

Learning to be more caring.

To be more patient and calm.

And to spread a smile that is warm.

There is still much to learn and imbibe.

I am still young ...just age getting ripe.

Some extra fat here and there,

I can't work on it I swear.

Eyes have become weak a little

Bones and nails a bit brittle.

But I welcome each day with all my might,

I cook, I teach, I paint, I write.

Ah! That's not what you call ageing

it's just a part of growing.

So I thank the grey strand

which made me write n understand.

Don't become the aunt who is grumbling

There is more to life than just cribbing.

Lets age gracefully I say.

There is much to give and repay.