Fade to Gray

Time continues to slip
through my gentle grip.
The clothes on my back
continue to rip.
My words get flipped.
The sun begins to rise
bringing those who hide
out into the holy light.
Blue skies seem to fade
to gray when the sun
goes away. I don’t mind
doing a little dance
under the thunder.
Days fade to gray
as rain drops drip
onto a vacant crypt.
All colors eventually
fade to gray. Evidently,
some shade is man-made.