Grey is the colour of sorrow
of hopelessness
and long abandoned dreams.
It’s a life that’s wasted,
an old man
sleeping in a cardboard box
clutching the bottle
emptied
drained into the greyness of his being.
Grey is the colour of hearts devoid of love.
A colour that confines
and crushes
grinding the spirit into a pile of dust.
Hang on a minute there! Grey is the colour of my hair, matched by the lines on my face. Grey is the colour of a life well-lived, and of experience. Grey is the colour of age, and maturity (hopefully) and wisdom (also hopefully) and a lifetime of memories. Don’t knock grey!!
Thank you Felicity. It’s great to get such a heartfelt response. I’ll try to look at grey differently now.