We sit and color at our desks
With crayons sharp and bright and new,
The years of our adult grotesques
Are far away. With colors few
We set out then to draw it all,
They every bit that life might bring;
Adulthood doesn’t change our call:
And that’s to color everything
So maybe life is dulled with pain,
We find ourselves at times bereft:
But if I check, I think I’ll find
I have a little crayon
Left
Reblogged this on Clips & Snippets.
The world needed crayons. (It still does.)
I love crayons as well. Love your ending, too!!! http://judydykstrabrown.com/2015/08/29/firefly-iii/
https://thebestweddingblogever.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/i-love-coloring.jpg