Sunday, June 19, 2011


You want your life to be meaningful.
It should have colors, pinks, and blues.
There have to be others, trivial and significant,
For times of folly and times of need.

It is an arduous task collecting the pinks.
The blues are always in a squeeze.
Their predicaments should be disregarded.
Isn't a life without colors just prosaic?

There are those that will withdraw,
And others who will desert, strand, and jilt.
So prepare and be wary of the grey.
How is one to show affection for these?

Their mixing and forming different blends,
Can confound the brightest of them all.
One after the other creating an absurd concoction
What was added when and how did it become so?

Soon the palette will be washed off clean,
And you will have newer colors to work with.
It may please you to have another chance.
Will you seize the yellow and reset the canvas?

But show your work before the rain comes,
For it will run down all the colors into one.
To a blur the depiction will begin to become,
And to grey may turn your life again.

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