Gray Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

My life I've spent between just two extremes,
Missed tons of things all great and in between;
If it's not fun, your tears would run in streams,
Not right, then wrong, and must all wrong demean.
What if the world had more than just two sides?
And people saw aft noon comes not the night,
Instead how afternoons the twilight hides?
What if real life was more than black and white?
I mixed the two and got a color, gray:
I let it be because it seemed bizarre;
But in the end when came another day,
I wondered why I've always gone so far!
I trapped have been in such a dreadful strife;
Then I knew Gray was oh, a view of life!