Slates of Grey by Jess C Scott. Maybe a sad poem, maybe about sad realities, maybe about lost hopes… but her beautiful words are speaking of a new happiness: Art.
Slates of Grey
Sullen faces like slates of grey
What I’d seen on a walk today.
Bodies rushing bodies bolting
Time for life a disregarding.
Money to make and to grow old
What about the hands to hold?
Deadlines, projects, people to meet
What about our own two feet.
Sullen faces like slates of grey…
What I’d see most anyday.