I am actually going page by page…oh take that back- I thought I was going page by page but I actually skipped a few pages. Okay, this poem was written in 1994.
Pink
when we are young
Life’s full and long
Blue
for the mothers who look on down
Brown
for the fathers
not grizzlies; just papas
Grey
for the nan;
now old, not gone
Red
for the dread
of knowing too late
that time has gone by
And we’ve grown up too late
Black
for the mood
that schools us; be rude
White
for the love
that softens all odds
Clear
for the fear that keeps us aware
© 1994
Interesting…back in the day, I must have been pretty feisty (black for the mood that schools us; be rude…hah). Interesting…Getting sleepy now…will carry on transcribing later…right now it’s beddy byes…I’m sleeeeepppy.
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