Hair falling all around me
Covering me in dyed fibers
Some showing their true age
Putting my age on display
I'm not an old man
I'm not a young man
I'm a man who has lived
I'm a man who has loved
I'm a man who has lost
Maybe that is the true measure
Of who and what a man is
That he is something more
Then the sum of his hairs
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