I find, as I age, I care <br />less and less for the <br />colour yellow. <br /> <br />It is a youthful colour, <br />redolent of tossed hair <br />and swishing cornfields. <br /> <br />Now, it serves only to remind me <br />of Van Gogh's inevitable madness <br />and his absinthe fuelled suicide.<br /><br />Neil Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/banana-4/
