This is my pale view of life - without any hue With the colour extracted my vigour will fade An empty existence you can see right through The colour of tragedy are always in my purview Bleaching each moment to misery conveyed. This is my pale view of life - without any hue. All my efforts to mature will accrue Nothing of use in my attempted upgrade My empty existence you will see right through Leaping into the mill pond I end up wet through, Drowning in bitterness already causing me to jade. This is my pale view of life - without any hue. A petty, cantankerous, mischievous, villainous world view Plastered upon my outside, unconvincingly displayed My empty existence you can see right through. I plead with myself for the peace as a queue I want the transparency to work, straight after I paid. This is my pale view of life - without any hue, My empty existence you can see right through.
George Eliot, English author and poet, died today in 1880.
Beatrix Potter, English author, illustrator and conservationist, died today in 1943.
Samuel Beckett, Irish author, playwright, poet and literary translator, died today 1989.