Grey

A little poem about the colour grey.

Grey

On a grey day, by a grey path,

Under grey skies, lay a graveyard

With grey stones, and wilted flowers,

And grey moans and grey showers—

A grey mouse, with no house,

Groped about the graveyard,

‘My future home’ he muttered lone,

And went away in the grey path.

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22 thoughts on “Grey

  1. Nice! This is quite the interesting poem. To me, the poem sounds like a valuable expression of life. How even in the dull grey parts of life thats devoid of colour, a humble rat still lives on happily.

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