11 March 2013

Construction Site: Grey on Grey



The I-beams are grey
because they're painted.
The trees are grey
because they're not.

My hair is turning
more greyly daily.
The sky is grey
until tonight.

2 comments:

  1. It's an odd business, isn't it, watching the colour slowly fading from your hair?

    Mind you, I'm glad to still have some.

    Fine poem, Bobby.

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    1. Hello Jonathan,
      Strange indeed. Keep anticipating my hair taking the same thinning route that my father's took.

      Thank you for your kind comment. Hope all is well with you.

      B.R.

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