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.