Grey Hair (A Caution) Poem by M Paul Burress

If on a quest,
For wisdom's best,
Use caution with heads turned Grey.
For that silver top,
Might be the mop,
That leads you far astray.

How nice twould be,
If when we see,
A head of Grey in bloom.
If their crested dome,
Marked Wisdom's home,
But don't conclude that too soon

Because, hair of grey,
Could indicate,
A lode of Wisdom's Gold.
Or, that frosted pate,
May merely state:
'Here's a fool grown old.'