Grey Poem by Paul Perkins

Grey - 1968

I once knew a guy named Grey.
He lived from day to day.
He was carefree and gay
in his own kind of way;

With feathers and flowers,
beads and bells,
existing alone
in childhood hell;

But he lived for love,
he lived for the day
with a song in his heart
and the hep hep parade;

with beads and flowers,
his feathers and beaus,
his travels took flight,
where nobody knows;

Lonesome again
in the cold,
wind, and snow.