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Hair like Grass

Appreciation of youth, appreciation of the present.


Hair like grass I have.

The past haunts, the future is still unsaid

But my hair will grow again.

I've been kid, I will be old

And I see, I do see

the grass on my head won't be for long.

Then tell yourself-

If chances are you'll get bald,

If the fertile soil will turn to mold,

To water the green tuft

With the same gratitude of the gift.


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