As the Mockingbird Cries
As life goes by
We see the colors
We see the colors, we feel the colors, we taste the colors
You come into the world
A world of colors
An explosion perhaps, if you may
Colors
So much to do
As our limited days shorten by every tick of a second
We live a life
Something difficult and strange to do
But for what?
To alas fall in the end a make others weep?
There is a purpose
A purpose for everything
But we find the purpose of "life"
In our few breathing moments
As the mockingbird cries
Our colors fade
~Caleigh MacQueen
October 5, 2010
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