Life is never Black or White,
As the old saying goes.
And I am grateful beyond words,
For the red… that’s in a Rose.
The pink and yellow, purple too
You find inside a sunset hue
For Black and White would be so cold
The boredom would so quick, Grow old.
And so the same, if life were such
With guarantees in all we touch.
Variety needed, to keep us free
Challenge us, with all we see.
From change and turmoil we do grow,
Ability to plant and sow
Then reap wisdom, insight, pain
A life that’s lived, is what you gain