Now at sunset I am bound to think of days
Cluttered at my memory’s evergreen bays,
Where I spent moments of mirth n gloom
Their hues shine patterned as rainbow rays
The ripe gift of love I remember as Red
From birth to youth for me it jeweled.
The Creator, caretakers and caregiver and all,
In them, my love blossomed and dwelled.
Yet came the days of Orange sufferings.
I braved the times of merciless tidings.
When all left me to fight my life alone,
I well chose the path and kept following.
Look back and I see the sunny Yellow smiles,
Careless and brave, playful childhood flies
Naughty, wasn’t I? The Mischief-Queen,
When oceans the bottom, and limit the skies.
How well I heed those fruitful Green times,
Where life blossomed, brought new rhymes.
Of birth, of joy that my children sang,
And fertile my womb brought great smiles.
Then how could days of Blue hide forever?
Filled each day like a Christmas dinner.
Roast and baked my all with me,
Left all sorrow and felt cheer like never.
Came here there Indigo days of tears,
Loss as great not told by Shakespeare.
I felt how low man could be, I was too,
But they gave me ever valuable peers.
When I have lived a Violet royal life,
Tread both on flowers and edge of knife.
Learnt lessons worth more than priceless,
Proud I lived with honor and not strife.
My life though not as great as the Globe’s plays
Still characters did do their part in best ways.
And there I spent moments of mirth n gloom
Whose hues shine patterned as rainbow rays.
