There's a noise upstairs in the attic
it's the shuffle of worn out shoes
drifts down like a pale perfume
and the scent of the oil and brushes and he says, "I.
I am a man,
.a man of colours,
and I can see
a simple man,
see through the years,
.a man of colours" years of a man, and the old man rubs his failing eyes
and takes a moment to watch the view
he can see the empty street below
from a window nobody knows is there he says, "I keep my life in this paintbox
I keep your face in these picture frames
and when I speak to this faded canvas it tells me
I have no need for words anyway." and he says, "I.
I am a man,
a simple man,
and I can see
.a man of colours,
see through the tears,
tears of a man,
.a man of colours" Submitted by Michael Hack.
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