A Box Of Crayons
If we were but a box of crayons
Oh, I would have the best of friends-
Every color I could see
Would mean the world to me.
Every shade and phantom hue
The bloom of every meadow rue
A rainbow of the old and new
Would share how very, very small
This world is to each, to all.
It would not matter from where we came,
Our color, or our family name.
We'd be so different, yet the same.
No one would care if you were blue,
Or as common as an old bamboo,
Our colors, every hue and shade
Would blend within life's masquerade.
And we'd share the we as we were made.
For we would be the best of friends
If we were but a box of crayons.
Copyright © 2012 Richard D. Remler
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