Fresh paint, touch of gloss shining <br />New look, well the cushions anyway <br />Splash of colour, your style defining <br />Yellow shot through with green bay <br /> <br />Sunlight sparkles through the window <br />Dappling the walls like water flowing <br />Breeze makes the muslin curtains billow <br />Can't stand here all day, must get going <br /> <br />Closing the door behind me, I leave <br />Life passes you by if you remain static <br />I welcome the new, I must believe <br />Or maybe just retire to the attic <br /> <br />Face turned up to the sun-light, smiling <br />I walk away down the road, no more crying<br /><br />Fiona Davidson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/release-72/
