What do you think this poem is about?

gray day

Its a gray day it always starts that way

Ready for anything & always ends the same

In need of a little fun i always end up

Look'in dumb everyone around me knows my

Name but they never know what to say

Because when its gray out we all see life in

Color but never in the same two shades one

Day it wont matter & everything will be ok

because its gray out today and we all see gray

In the same way.

Submitted: Monday, February 18, 2013
Edited: Monday, February 18, 2013


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  • Gajanan Mishra (2/18/2013 10:53:00 AM)

    we all see gray in the same way. Meaningful. thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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