By D.C. Young
When I was young I viewed the world in terms of black or white,
and in every situation I distinguished wrong from right.
But with the passing of each year as colors seemed to fade,
the contrast of the black and white were lost within the shade.
Now all that once was crystal clear has sadly turned to gray,
distorting all the things I see and hear or even say.
We shade the truth and shade the lie with no one keeping score,
till black and white and wrong from right are gone forever more.
How I long for days gone by … those days of black or white,
when I could see my world so clear and know the wrong from right.
Deborah Chilson says:
Wow your poems are lovely! I enjoyed reading them. You have a wonderful gift!