What is that smear I spy in the sky?
Ah it’s the colours of my mind’s eye seeping out and without a doubt
The reds, the blues and the pinks,
These colours really make me think.
They make me think of today, tomorrow but never yesterday’s sorrow,
They never make me think about the pain that won’t heal
Because the past is the past
Live every day as if it’s your last.
When I thought I could write poetry, I will leave that to the poets!