Tired old walls
Of gray and brown
Hide all the colour
In my town
What colour there was
Fades away
Cracked and pitted
Each passing day
No need to for blues
Or reds and greens
No need for accents
To these drab scenes
There’s no need
For beauty or art
Only be selfish
And kept apart
It makes no difference
To most I know
But it doesn’t stop
My creative flow
Will it change your world
Or just your mind
Only time will tell
And I hope to find
A little place
To make less bleak
And add some colour
Is what I seek
©2014 James Takeo
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