Grey Shades Of Life Poem by Xelam Kan™

Man has short time to stay
as colors of spring,
yet he takes for granted
the smiles of a child, when
coming home, and
unseen tears of a man
when his only son meet his doom.

As time passes
grey shades of sorrow
make life boring;
books, music, plays, promises,
even faces seem
as dull as winter at extreme...

Lonely and blue I stepped
along the empty road,
only could hear echoes my own footsteps,
and some hollow screams;
wondered how the world has changed
and so is the man.

Now we do not dream
those dreams, nor fancy
the awaited sweetness of spring,
but we have let the evils
to hex and rob
our innocent hearts.