Within the Land of Gray

A broom had swept all color

And emotion from the sky

Until great clouds of dreary

Shades of gray came drifting by

Remembrance was erased

From the minds of mortal men

No sight nor sound or scent

From jubilation would again

Fill the air with sparkle

As it had so long ago

Life was predetermined

And little did they know

Only the well-suited

Were chosen from the few

Eyes were keenly watching

As each offspring grew

Discerning every action

To see which path he’d take

Studying his strengths

Viewing his mistakes

Deep within the village

An elder of the land

Held the key to yesterday

Within his mighty hand

It would unlock a door

That led to joy and sorrow

Opening the promise

Of a bright tomorrow

The red of tulip flowers

And the yellow daffodils

The green of Mother Earth

The rolling amber hills

Yet the Queen of Justice

Chose to stamp a number

Upon each tiny forehead

Of the helpless younger

In her chaotic mind

She felt she must seek order

By placing limitations

And restraint upon each border

Not one could purchase food

To satisfy his hunger

Without a stamp of conduct

To prove he is a younger

Fit to live and die

Within the Land of Gray

Without it he would go

To the Land Without a Day

Where the broom sweeps dust

Over younger’s tombs

Just perhaps within this land

The flowers dare to bloom

©Kay Salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

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