A warm day was promised
Not a June day
But one that was acceptable
In April
Yet this was not the case
And the day dawned flat grey
A keen wind from the east
Added to the bleakness
The people were grey
The buildings were grey
The sea was grey
But more importantly
My head was grey
None of my thoughts
Contained colour
Not even a hint of colour
My name is Eric
But you can call me Will