Color of...

I think I'm starting to like this poetry stuff, who knew!

Color of...

As a baby,
I was white,
pure radiance transferable.

As a man,
I'm not white,
I'm not black.

Shades of grey,
forever in flux,
never to return?

Purity of birth,
darkened with life,
until the end.

Grey becomes white,
the cycle reset,
the Journey complete.