Hope laid a field open one time
But I refused to believe it was true.
Honesty and forgiveness are nice
But not your best virtue.
Do your best to mind your manners
Everything falls into place.
What you take from what you gain
Is what they like to call ‘grace.’
He gave me an empty canvass
Every color he could muster
Threw some brushes on the table,
Then told me to pain a portrait of my life.
I looked at the beautiful pallet
Then dipped my brush into this bright red
I told him “this is for all the passion that I had.”
Brushed it clear across the entire thing
Then carefully washed it off.
Dipped it into the darkest blue I could find
Told him “this is for every tear I ever spent.”
Yellow is for all the smells in the world I loved
Pink is for the fact that most times I got to be a lady, a girl, and a woman
Black are for the times I wanted to completely give up
Orange is for all the food I got to taste
Brown is for all the animals I loved in my life
Green is all the times people hated me for no good reason
I’ll cover a large portion of that with gold, because I didn’t care.
By the time I was finished with my masterpiece
There wasn’t a color I didn’t use..
I call that a life well spent.
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