gray Norm My head's gone gray, creases in my eye, death's hand on my shoulder waiting for me to die... It's thought that it should be before my time, but I guess that that is a relative thing... An old man a decade before my third... Forgotten place for the grave of a lover past, my head's gone gray... An old man at 21, a dead woman at 17, I guess that it's a relative thing... An epitaph, "a candle that burned as bright as the sun; an old man, they say, who died too young"... 061126 what's it to you? who go blather from