The Mirror Fifth Edition | Page 21

Gray, Oh, Gray! Katie Isherwood Gray, oh, Gray! The color of clay. The color of rain, The color of vain. Whose song may only be sung By those with none A clear heart and sound mind, With no beautiful song or rhyme. Gray, oh, Gray, The color of wisdom, A color of ages, A color with many shades. Just as an actress May change her costume, A storyteller Turns the page, Or an artist Wipes his slate clean, Gray never holds onto the past, And brightens with a thought Of a new day. 21