Colours false

Colours false

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Colours false. 
No matter the colours 
you did see, 
the colours were false
of a rainbow promising gold
you tried to foresee.
 Were you were  not
left empty handed!

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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This speaks to me about the dangers of expectations. People 'expect' to be rewarded these days for very little. The 'pot of gold' is 'expected' to be at the end of every rainbow.
If (or when) disappointment strikes we are not geared to deal with it.
Another philosophical write from your wise nib A.M.
:)

Posted 8 Years Ago



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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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