To begin with I existed In a black and white life. Good on one side Bad on the other. As my chosen path Ricocheted me, between The dark and the light. A little bit of each rubbed off and onto me. With age, the dark only seemed to get progressively dark The light eventually went out the further in I ventured. So here I find myself A path of my own creation. Neither black nor white Simply a peaceful shade of grey. Now I wear the colour with pride It's a battle scar. A sign of struggle and success Of love and pain. I am happy with this life. My experiences have shaped me for sure But they have not broken me... Yes, I am satisfied with grey.