Some Days. Poem by Colleen Wright

Some days will be white and as clear as a sunbeam
Some days will be blue and as fresh as the Spring
Some days will be black, as you'd never known or seen
Some days will be green and you'll just want to sing.

Some days will be red and you will feel of vitality full
Some days will be orange as the summer ball of the sun
Some days will be beige and plod as a fat and lazy bull
Some days will be brown as a fire burnt out and not won.

Some days will be purple with the deep pangs of passion
Some days will be yellow as with the sounds of laughter
Some days will be gray with sadness and sorrow - ashen
Some days will be pink with peace of 'happily ever after'.