Vintage Dye
As time slides by
The vibrance fades
A vintage dye
Of better days
Bold hues bleed
To worn pastel
I’m forced to heed
My senses, stale
I miss the days
When passion dripped
It found escape
By fingertip
A steady flow
Of inspiration
Set free, to grow
A new foundation
Green turned gold
Time again
Great stories told
But, met their end
Now, looking back
I must reflect
I’ve sure lost track
One would expect
But I’m still I
Though I’ve changed
I crave the life
That was arranged
Still, the feel
Not, quite, the same
A bitter deal
It’s “time” to blame
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2020
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