Yellow #19

Yellow

 

I never think of yellow anymore

It seems to be leaving my life

Along with singing in the car

And sparkly toenail polish

 

Wearing clothes to cover me

Without any thought of pretty

My shoes are flush with the floor

Not flattering but sure footed

 

I do not notice if I’m noticed

Only wanting to get things done

Returning home to have the door

Close tightly behind me

 

Not missing chocolate ice cream

Each day I eat the same foods

Only needing to be alive

At some reasonable size

 

Tomorrow I will let you know

What I care about but

Today I am finished caring

The list is very short

 

It all comes down to this

Nobody moves nobody gets hurt

Predictable and simple

And I don’t miss yellow anymore

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