Wear mauve
And make my day.
In the winter of my years
When I‘ll be cold and grey
Left in the solitude,
To reminisce and pray
In the company of loneliness.
Lying with asthma and
Fighting the gout,
I’ll remember you.
Peeping and smiling
From the clouds of delusion
And through the daze of days...
You‘ll walk back in time.
In lavender, perhaps mauve
Bright and luminescent.
In the golden sunshine of our youth.
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