The Grey Room

               The Grey Room

At times, I walk back into that grey  room,
full of webs and shredded rags, some toys
left behind.

 Remembering the eyes of an innocent child full of joy and laughter, with ambitious 
thoughts, and dreams that once sat there 
before my eyes.

Each web twisted like define lines of my life, 
cold and lonely, struggling, longing for that 
unique soul to enlighten my path, and be able 
to walk into that room together, and watching 
it magically changing into a place full of golden

trimmings and no longer grey.