I entered into life a blank virgin page
Void of color, script, rhyme or reasons
Waiting to grab the palette of living to design the stage
Bring on the colors, the dreams, the bright and the bold
Growing richer with occasions, dates and seasons
I entered into life a blank virgin page
May it be pale, pastel, bright or brazen,
Perhaps a kaleidoscope of amber and gold
Waiting to grab the palette of living to design the stage
Smeared by tears, disappointment, love and age
My canvas cannot be traded, nor sold
I entered into life a blank virgin page
To Go forth to the light to embrace the life before it be old
Go forth on the page without regret or grievance
Waiting to grab the palette of living to design the stage
Color your world, reach out, be free, exit the cage
Live your life, be you, reach great heights, ignore what is told
I entered into life a blank virgin page
Waiting to grab the palette of living to design the stage
Patricia Desjarlais 05/15/21
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