By Steve, age 17

Going into the hinterland of grey,
It slips and slides and fades away,
The happy faces of before
are blackened out, the worlds smile sore.

While memory erases pain,
the colours of the wrongless blame
Slip and side and fade away,
But our memories have something to say

but still the memory lingers on,
though colours faded, songs unsung,
and people remember with a smile
The joy they had….