Crayon Box Dreams
When I look back ’pon a life, monochrome
A black and white me in a world of grey
How colour free were the streets I would roam
When dull, then dark was the path of my day
In that pencil sketch within which I dwelt
I could not predict as the grey grew late…
The glint in your eye, a spark, seen and felt
We shared a low wall for that; our first date
Never would I be a painting in oil
But crayons, perhaps, were tucked up your sleeve
A pallet of wax with which you would toil
To brighten my world with colours that breathe
And forty years on, you know what I think…
The guy by your side… that’s me… in the pink
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