Faded To Grey
Like a faded old home movie, I watched our wedding day, Going past in shadows at light speed. My life acted out like silent films, Drab grey no color or enterchange. A young girl with roses, The roses fade to grey. Petals fall colorless upon the gound. Like hopes and dreams, Leaving a taste of saw dust, Where did the fire and hunger go? Taking the dove from it's cage, Watching it's flight. Ah, to be free like that. Looking in the mirror, Where did that young girl go. She too has faded to grey. Written January 13th, 2002 © on Jan 13 2002 12:56 PM PST, Phyllis Thompson 0 • 1
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