Colors

Colors Lost

When I was a little girl

Colors were just a whirl

Of fall leaves ready to unfurl

There were only four that I knew

Red, Yellow, Green and Blue

Like a big play parachute

But leaves turn brown

And fall to the ground

Bright colors are never found

When we get older

The colors never get any bolder

It’s a burden

We all have to shoulder

Colors Found

Before bed father told me stories as a child

Of fair maids and beasts that were wild

I saw the world in black and white

I saw an enemy, in everything, to fight

As I filled in my very own coloring page

And as I went up in both experience and age

I learned

we’re all a kaleidoscope of color and shade

I found out

We’re all painted in a palette of grey

Changing Colors

We try to stop this rite of passage

We try to fight the passage of time

This end of an era is what we challenge

As we come to the end of our prime

In childhood colors are bright

But the world is seen only in black and white

When we grow old the colors start to fade

And the world turns to grey

This is a futile battle to fight

This is the price for wisdom we pay