By bowtie
Date: 22 March 2001
gray day
smiling i tell her i'm off to face my gray day,
she looks puzzled as most would think one would be meloncholy,
facing a gray day,
but not i, for gray is the color of the pride in the labors i do,
that i have toiled long to make my face, my locks, my clothes gray,
i have given all for the day and given my work justice.
but it is what i don't say that means so much more,
if my courage was half of the pride of my labors,
i would speak my love of her, and willing to leave my labors,
i could live in leisure, her wants my only concern.
but until then i will labor on ,and speak and smile of my gray days.
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