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Fly Your Colors

Our fighting heroes on parade Fly flags which they call their colors Colors for which their comrades fell Distinguishing them from others So when an old man saw a girl Crying with her heart asunder She confided, her beau went astray "What can I do?", she would wonder The old man said, "I know it hurts" But to him, it's all black and white You are more kind and passionate Your colors can light up the night Never give up your colors child Never veer, but go your own way You will meet "the one" who loves you You'll feel when it happens one day She asked, "So what are your colors?" "How have you become wise this way?" He said, "Honey, I just got old" My colors are silver and grey

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 7/18/2019 6:16:00 PM

Silver and grey sure beats white as frostbite!! ~ Old Silver-tooth, gw

Pat Adams
Date: 7/19/2019 4:34:00 PM

Yes sir, you hit that nail on the head!.........pat

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 7/10/2019 8:37:00 PM

Crikey Pat … this is a wonderful poem. Nothing comes within a bull's roar of life's experience - thanks Pat - Lindsay

Pat Adams
Date: 7/11/2019 9:09:00 AM

Very true my friend. No matter how much you are told about something, the experience is always what brings it to light. Have a great day!...............Pat

Ilene Bauer

Date: 7/4/2019 4:01:00 PM

very touching, pat!

Pat Adams
Date: 7/7/2019 10:11:00 AM

Thanks for commenting Ilene!........pat

Jan Allison

Date: 7/3/2019 4:20:00 PM

by the end of the poem I got a huge lump in my throat Pat, I am far more used to your humourous writes and love the change in direction:-) hugs Jan xx

Pat Adams
Date: 7/7/2019 10:10:00 AM

Thanks Jan!