Plucking Wisdom by Kurt Holes
I watched my mother sitting at her vanity mirror, methodically searching for and pulling out each grey hair she found. As a child, I was fascinated by this ritual, not understanding why she wanted to erase these silver strands that seemed so beautiful to me. When I told her she was plucking away her wisdom, she paused and looked at me in the mirror's reflection. That moment stayed with me - how she smiled, recognizing the innocence and truth in my observation. Now I understand it was more than just about appearance; it was her way of holding onto something.
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| 1. | Plucking Wisdom | 3:56 |
Lyrics
Plucking wisdom strands of white
Years gone by days of light
Mirror tells the tales I see
Lines of age in front of me
Pulling white hairs one by one
Stories told and youth begun
Memories gentle love unwind
Wisdom found in silver lines
Each one holds a piece of time
Silent whispers in my mind
Laughter tears and dreams untold
Silver treasures pure and bold
Through the seasons we all grow
Depths of life begin to show
Every strand a page in time
History written in a line
Pulling white hairs one by one
Stories told and youth begun
Memories gentle love unwind
Wisdom found in silver lines
In the evening of our days
Depths of life begin to show
Every strand a page in time
History written in a line
Through the seasons we all grow
Depths of life begin to show
Every strand a page in time
History written in a line
In the evening of our days
Lessons learned in gentle ways
Plucking wisdom no regret
Every moment can't forget
