COLOURS

He walked through the city.
Walked down its byelanes
It was a deep soul drain
And it was all grey.

He went to a tavern
And asked for some liquor
It just made him sicker
His face turned quite grey.

He stumbled out downtown
To look for a rest place
And then he saw her face
Her eyes shone bright grey.

The child smiled up at him
Her smile- a sweet pink one.
And the grass that she played on
Was green and not grey.

She gave him a blue stone
That he put in his pocket
It matched the one in his locket
Near his heart turning grey.

Then he walked on in search of
The next of his colours
Till he could find all the others
All his colours BUT grey.