Friday, January 13, 2017

Colour


There is no hope in optimism
Strategy forsakes the aged
And these memories I have
They are drawn out in pain
Uprooted by unwelcome tempest
So is our grief all we have left?
When days become grey in loss
Painted to dark shades by sorrow
And our grins turn to frowns
Like curves of forsaken gems
Enfilmed by a patina of sorrow
But then anguish releases errant smile
For recollections come bittersweet
So I shall count new days like teeth
That all too soon nature loosens
And if what is gone is lost forever
Then memory stays vital and blessed
And while something of us still remains
You will never be forgotten
And in time you will return in colour