Grey
You saunter through the streets.
Grey, lost in a mirage of colour.
Plain. Dull. No heads turn now,
But you were beautiful once.
For once you were purple!
You stood tall and proud as purple, I remember.
You were vivacious, exuberant, wide eyed.
Spectacular!
Vitality was embodied in you.
But time claimed your glowing cheeks
And made them sag.
And after a time you changed to blue.
And I watched you gradually decay
The allure and mystique lost -
To grey.
Let me know what you think. Thanks.
