Gray be gone today
That I've no time for your distraction.
I know you wait to steal my summer sun
Don't you have somewhere else to be...
Must you overstay your welcome...
Lingering far too long.
I have plans, yet finished...
Things you cannot help me with,
I've little desire to hear your dragging feet
behind me...
Gray be gone today
Stuff your storm clouds into luggage
and leave...
Quit wrapping your damp hands
around my hunched and hurting body
So that I may stand stronger today.
I battle your every entry,
Like a soldier, standing guard...
That you might try, again, to breach
the fortress walls of my well being.
Gray be gone today....
I've sent for back up...
The calvary of light hearted daydreams,
Streets of sonnets and safe passage
An arsenal of attitude and appreciation
For what could turn into a day of delight,
Should you flag a taxi, and turn right, on red...
Gray be gone today...
In my box of crayons, you need reside
I can use the black, for necessary rest...
And the white, refreshes and purifies...
But Gray...oh Gray, you have bedded down here
Far far too long...
And I have much ahead...
You slow my every second to a standstill,
And threaten my successful journey.
No one invited you in...
Gray be gone today
Graying is the symbol of aging and your poem very positively react to it.Very fine.I give 10/10 vote
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A strong pen! ... signifying the sheer force of willpower that we can draw upon that enables us to change our sometimes gray skies...if not totally to blue... at least to a lighter hue...