Yes,  of course it's you!

You're the wiser of the two.

Alone you've earned

that silver crown

of hair that dons your head.

But tell me what's the use,

what's the meaning or excuse,

the things I know

where will they go

when I am gone and dead?

Soon they'll all be mine, 

I get diamonds all the time.

You teach and show,

I learn and grow

and save the things you've said.

Today my hair is brown 'n gray but

with your passing, it won't stay;

but turn to white

just overnight

- your crown I'll wear in bed.