I see my own life’s tapestry
In mostly shades of grey and black
Occasional bright colours darting through
Though mainly those I lack
And yet, of late, a new supply I’ve found
Of iridescent rainbow hues
Which I have grabbed with both my hands
Hot and passionate reds, cool blues
Such a veritable array
Of rich and lovely colours
Weaving through my days
And even if the supply runs out
I will never lose that part of me
That for a wondrous while
Brought colour to my tapestry