In the Gray

May 15, 2014
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What once was white has faded
Like the picket fence I dreamed of
No longer bright and clear
With sunlight from above

I had such a good plan
Of growing old in life
But then some things happened
And filled by days with strife

This thing led to that
And good choices I did lack
Good choices fled my mind
And my white bled into black

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