Pastel

Oh my darling

You paint my story well

The map of my life

Is etched in every pore and cell

Every bump and curve

Has an epic to tell

Like the time

I was a rebel

Without a clue

And when I was in hell

With only one shoe

Minute expressions

Can even foretell

Where the next wrinkle will be

My, ain't that swell

This tired old soul

In this tired old shell

Has little left to dole

And little left to sell

But one thing is for certain

When for me shall toll the bell

You will see so very clearly

That I didn't live my life in pastel

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