Steady Winds of Change (a gunsaku)

Steady winds of time
Blow silver onto our hair
Wrinkles in our skin

Don't have to like it
Just be there as it happens
Grins come on strange winds

Feeling much younger
Than my grandkids say I look
Laugh erases years

I'll live long enough
To play work and play some more
I have already

Ugly innocence
Not trying to hurt feelings
Too young to stay mad

It's a lot of work
To be five years or fifty
I've had more practice

Child's curly wild mop
In the way combed every day
Wishing he was bald

Looking back on it
I've had a pretty good life
Even the dim parts

I tell clean jokes and
To keep the tot entertained
Play with wooden trains