#57 Colour - The man

He was the colour in peoples lives, honest, kind and no liar

He was known worldwide with pride as the sort of man who pushed you higher

Some called him the spark, because he could re-ignite the dullest embers of any flame

But now he needs a therapist, and feels naught but shame



He wanted to colour peoples lives even while feeling kinda down

See there's no jester left for you, when you're the world's clown

For although he's been known to cheer a whole entire town

His is the only smile he could never turn from a frown



Sometimes it's those with the brightest exterior

Those who shine bright, who to us seem superior

They are those who are cursed with the darkest interior

Who really do feel the most inferior.



Now his outer colour is all he has left

While his inner colour is simply grey and bereft

But he'll still do his best, to show that last inner light

To bring colour to your life while on his stage tonight.

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