Colors

This one time
A friend of mine,
Commented on my complexion,
After some introspection.
I decided to answer in many lines.

I've been deep in blue,
Even though many near me, had no clue,
There are times when I've been red with rage,
When others were not on the same page.
But shades have changed as wind blew.

In all these years, my body has seen,
the one shade that was missed was green.
Few friends have questioned me why,
incapable was I, of this, even when I tried?
guess then, my heart was too strong to wean.

I wish I were young and old together,
As its become tough being neither.
If I were 10 more years old,
With a heart more bold,
I could travel in all weather!

Had I been 10 years younger,
I could at least satiate my hunger.
my position wouldn't have been so futile,
I could have managed to be more utile.
and finally would have been the winning number.


(PS: An lame attempt at writing a limerick)