If I could paint my life in colour a story would be told,

some black days and blue days But most would be in gold.

A sprinkling of red for the passion that flared,

a big splodge of yellow for the friends that cared.

A touch of purple as I grew older,

ageing without grace but definitely bolder.

Now mainly green for the peace that I find,

With a few streaks of pink for the dreams in my mind.

My pallet is waiting with all the colours I know,

to touch up the ending of my personal rainbow.