A Life in Colour
A Life in Colour
The challenge as I rise from bed
Is turning greys to green and red.
The drabness of the everyday
Takes a rainbow, turns it grey.
The colours sharp are lit by sun.
Red, orange, yellow, new begun.
Green, blue, violet quickly fade
Primary, pastel, into shade.
A squirrel, seal, a worm, a whale
Don’t worry that they live so pale.
The tortoise carries well its shell
And slowly lives its long life well.
The matter in our brains is grey
That keeps us thinking, helps us play
Life is not in black and white
Not can or can’t but could and might.
And as the children march to school
It’s greyness which is made the rule
The shorts and jumpers seem so plain
Forcing kids to look the same.
A walk along a busy street
Can feel a drag upon our feet.
Pushing trolleys round a store
Less can quickly feel like more.
Another day, the same old stuff,
And keeping on can feel quite tough.
Curtains flung, we wipe the mist,
The cloud and fog and smoke persist.
But grey is not a lack of light
It carries all and dispels night.
The smallest reds, the emerald green
Are there, deserving to be seen.
Our inner prism takes each hue
And splits it, turning sharp and true.
Greyness seems a lifeless shade,
But focus makes all seem new made.
And as we age our life gets greyer,
Colour fuels our thought and prayer.
Today our life’s in black and white,
But past life’s sharp and pure and bright.
So greyness here upon my head,
Perhaps I’ll dye to turn it red.
And live each day in colours pure
And make delight of every chore.
But sometimes greyness suits my mood,
To spray it gold would seem quite rude.
The fog is numbing, muffled, cosy
It makes the thorn still feel quite rosy.
At rainbow’s end there’s golden dreams,
The bricks are yellow, lights are greens.
Eyes are hazel, green or blue,
The clouds disperse when I’m with you.
Our body’s end will be in dust,
Buildings, cars will turn to rust.
So let us celebrate the glow
And make our lives a pure rainbow!