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WHEN SHE SURPRISED ME
It was strange to hear her, yes, quite strange:
"Dye your hair: Do go for a change."
It was surprising to know that she,
Thought my white hair, "looked dirty."
Thank God she noticed the change in me,
Thank God she remarked: "They look dirty."
I lived for her, fighting the world,
Now she unfolds like a vine uncurled.
The clouds gather, down comes the rain,
The thunder hurts with its gnawing pain.
The streets are full of dirt and mud,
I search and search for a soap-sud.
The cars are stuck, the gutters flow,
The water reflects an oily rainbow.
The trees and flowers are bright and fresh,
Everything entangled is out of the mesh.
Nature reveals her glorious harmony,
Washing the taint off greenery.
Ah, but for the strands silvery white,
My life would have been clean and bright.
