Like a box of crayons, We come in many shades, and in many different colors, Shades and skintones, we Precede one another. We have the reds, and the Oranges galore, and the rest of the colors, that we certainly do adore. We are like crayons, We start off as perfect, but When we're worned down, We are tattered and broken, We are still useful, although our essence had faded, We're used less and less, and We start to feel degraded, We are like these crayons, We are still around, but Our purpose becomes useless, as we are dwindling on down!!! B.R. Date: 11/9/2024