gray

you started out blue in that month of june

tip-tapping the glass all summer afternoon

you turned orange and white,

a pink-love sunrise

set your midnight song free

then your shade turned to green

often times you'd turn red,

my fragile nerves, you fed

don't you remember what i said?

won't you be another color instead?

duty called on that dreary day

there in that parking lot where i turned gray

the rain clouds watched as i heard you say,

"we had a good run."

oh, but you were my sun