Crayons

Taken from my Tumblr working-for-writing

There’s so much you can do

When you first open your Crayola box,

As you stare at the variety of colour, and of shape.

You ask your parents for clean white paper,

To decorate with intricate ideas

With a proud look on your face,

As you press the crayons to the page.

But when your yellow won’t show up,

Or your blue looks for too dark,

You get quite fed up with art

And crush those crayons to the page.

Your favourite colours become worn

And your least favourite break

Under the wrought iron grip you use

To get better results.

And you grow up thinking

That the more pressure you apply

The better things turn out

Without seeing the damage you do

To those who try to help.

If you break your last Crayola

There’s little left to do

Your ideas become broken

And there’s nothing to brighten the mood.

Author's Note

Just a thought.