Colourblind - Poem by Maggie Munro
Philosophers assure us
that it’s all a state of mind,
from every thought that’s in our head
to the boil on our behind.
They say we are not truly real,
that all life is illusion,
but if there is no life or death
I can’t reach my conclusion.
So I’ll just stick to simple thoughts,
of laughter, love and bed,
for what’s the point of being Blue
when it’s more fun seeing Red?
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