Green Gray All is green All is gray

As I look

Far away

Nothing but two colors do I see.

All the blue

All the gold

To me it is cold

A cold green gray.

The white in my eye

Has been tainted with dye

A dye of green and gray.

My mind is gray

And now I pray

That this vale be lifted from my brain.

And someday

The cold gray

Will give way

And I will see the color once again. – John Barley