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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

Copyright © Pat Adams | Year Posted 2019

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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 Login to Reply 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 Login to Reply 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! Login to Reply 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 Login to Reply Pat Adams Date: 7/7/2019 10:10:00 AM Thanks Jan!