Give Me Colors Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Give me colors all to see
Always extra and some more

Shades of tomorrows to be
Another view of earth´s contour

Not empty handed to go on
Just the dreams a la mode

Because ways shall be gone
In their own of oldness load

Give colors like the sunshine
In the darkness of the deep

I will draw a desired line
For the hours those to keep

Where fate lies in its future
With all its opening new way

Meet the opportunities moocher
As he comes here to play

Give me colors to paint true
Where the walls are currently

Shadings there I shall all do
Let the walls its colors see

Touching stones with pencil bright
Of every day in newer shade

Sketch of freedom’s morning bright!
With the hands - free will has made