It's a gray day.
Paint can't colour it now.
A slow growing insidious mold
Taken root in your matching soul.
It's a rainy day.
No wind can dry it now.
A cold drizzling, bone rotting damp
Permeating all with a murky stamp.
It's a cold day.
No sun can warm it now.
Congruent with your history
Corresponding with your heat in victory.
It's a terrible day all around.
There's only one thing to do
Find time alonestolen or borrowed
Wait . . . and hope for tomorrow.
updated by @ecila: 07/05/17 04:25:56AM