White Hair Poem by Angelica Duardo

White hair
Wise man
Tell me what
I have been doing wrong

These dreams
Seem obscene
The more I dream
The more I want them to be real

Tell me wise man all you know

Sounds unreal
You’ve been here all these years
And I can’t make
Any sense out of this place

I feel unsafe
To walk the streets
I beg wise man
Just hold my hand and walk with me

Show me wise man how to be brave

I need
To know what’s real
And all the lies
Keep blocking out my sight

Can’t see
Beyond what’s close to me
I need the strength
To push these walls away

Wise man, life is so unfair

Some stand at top
They rule the world with greed
Pain and violence rule our days.
We forget we’re all made of the same:
Blood and bones,
Love and dreams of peace

Please help me conquer my fears

White hair
Wise man
Tell me what
I have been doing wrong

These days
Life seems so unfair
The more I cry
The more I cry and cry

I ask, when will this ever stop?
When will it all start?
When will it? When will it?
Tell me wise man all you know
Teach me wise man to grow old