Grey Gray
is my
name
Grey Gray is my
name, 50 shades you just thought of,
“the colour of
truth”, according to my friend Andre Gide.
People ignore me,
preferring my colleagues, Black or White,
although when
Black and White come together,
make love,
they find me. They
use me
to describe
weather, boredom and gloom,
I show myself
through
clouds, ash, and
smoke,
I colour old
people’s hair
and then they’re
described as ‘distinguished’.
Many young people
are afraid, ignore, or despise me,
they can’t
understand that I am not clear and are many,
I keep away from
extremes and know nothing.
Although I am
everywhere
many people can’t,
or choose not, to see me
Grey Gray is my
name,
let go, relax,
and you might find
me…
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