Seasons have passed
My Greys have aged,
And yet I wonder still
If I’m enough to live!
Tease, taunts and tantrums
To find myself “the one”;
To guide, guard and grow
As the blacks turn grey!
Two they say is company
And three they call a crowd,
But why is one just lonely
When I’ve been with me the most!
World would tie the laces
To live a life on land;
You, my friend, are a firefly
Meant to glow and fly!
The dark ink 