I Refuse To Dye Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

What were the colors of the past
Those shades of laughter and joy?
Tints, hues, and tones that did not last
All Time could so swiftly destroy.
Remnants of me I try to hold,
They slip away slowly with Age.
Colors have faded, days so seem cold!
Feel alone in this empty stage.
Yet I still have my palette here
And my brush to paint is the pen
Each day's another canvas where
New life colors are touched again!


Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~03.11.16