The Color of the Day

Cream color is she

Driving under an azure sky are we

In amongst a man-made canyon

carved out of lines of trees on either side; bursting in color

Reds, yellows, oranges

They come to flame one last time

Before going to sleep

We drive upon asphalt

My cream colored car and I

Amongst others;

Black or gray

It seems the color of the day

Owners of the cars with a slight sense of sadness and despair

Economy, war, hatred and madness

Their mood is the color of their car

And I travel amongst them

In my cream colored car

Because I know better

The future is always brighter

It always has been

For 200,000 years

Years that show that we get better


And it will always be that way

Driving in my cream colored car

I smile

Because I know

It will get better

By Wade M. dos Santos

The cream colored car is a 1959 MGA in its original factory color: Old English White. I am the second owner. The original owner, my mother Gerry Cleary, also owns the car. It has over 200,000 miles on it. For decades it was it a daily driver from one side of the San Fransisco Bay to the other.


'The Color of the Day' have 3 comments

  1. April 21, 2017 @ 12:14 pm Bayard DeNoie

    What a wonderful and marvelous tribute!


  2. September 18, 2017 @ 6:01 pm Jim Blackford

    What a nice poem. I know Wade, his mother and the car. I didn’t know he was a poet.


    • October 3, 2017 @ 2:44 am Wade Michael dos Santos

      I haven’t written a poem since high school.
      But I had to sooth humanities’ current state of mind.


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