Cutting Colours Free - Poem by Fay Slimm
Time moves remorselessly on and fresh starts
appear plausible if from parched discord
new opportunities in life begin being carved.
Clearer choices for cutting free expand lone
untried coaster-rides, random surprise days
adroitly harness the colourful unknown.
Distress creates apathy, unrestrained
euphoria decrees time for growing, and
new decades breed offers of chances denied.
Truncated dreams retreat, are relocated
in seared defeat, dried to a crisp, have died.
but will leave fresh resolution to aim upward.
Hopes succeed if skillful wise competance
is applied, while success is it's own reward
and discarding old colour needs no audience.
Pushing ahead, cutting new dreams again
exalts former attempts, and choice gains
life-growth if colour is seen unrestrained.
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