The Usual Shades of Grey.

in the back door alley
lived a little boy
with his heroes in his pocket
and thoughts of achilles and troy

mama taught him to be a good boy
never to do bad
but it never was that simple
the things he wanted
that, he could never have had

he grew up to be young and strong
but it was not like before
he had grown a sense of right and wrong
but lost sight of the ideals he had
and to mama's dismay
he wasnt white or black
just another shade of grey

he had children a girl and a boy
the same boy that he once had been
ideals, those tiny eyes had seen
heartful, content, he jumped in joy

but birds fly and children go away.
why was it all so familiar
his children had followed his sway
time always has its own way

and now in his after years
he laments the loss of childhood
loss of innocence, color, fears
he turns to gaze at the weeping sky
pitter-patter, no blue, no hue, up high
its a rainy day of may
just another shade of grey
just like his parched skin
just like everything
grey
grey...