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Worth – Poem

Worth

A day of grey
No play
Solo
Not a clue
Hues are colorless
A world of order
Don’t make a mess
A reality of now
The glow has passed
No one to blame
It’s all the same
Perceptions change day to day
Hour to hour
Birth of a flower
Although the grey just stays,
Disobey and react
Because it’s the only tact
Day after day
Get up and fill your own cup
Some say its luck
Some say its destiny
From great to grey
Make this a new day
Stare up and look at the tower
The flower dies and complies
To Mother Earth
Give the masses more worth
Before the new birth

© S.M.D. Writing