Moutre Gems... Poem by Daniel Paul

Not for me, not for them...
Blue is blue and yellow is another colour..

Old age tells of the deeper past and naively, the young boys still build sand castles...
Under the baking sun, these castles shift from grey to yellow....

But old age stays blue and yellow is still on the loose roaming the beach...
And the sea is blue to the aided eye but colorless to the surfer....
So young age is yellow by default.....

If yellow is a girl, then in a knick of time her gravity defying breast will drop and its nipple will be blue for life...

It takes a blue and a yellow spade to form this sand castle (life) ....

But when the sea turns blue, its waves will wash away this castle only for another young boy to do it all over again.....