Jackie and the paintbrush....

Poor little Jackie; as his mum would call her first born,
Wasn't the sharpest or the one with a fancy crown.
He liked his roast beef and a mug o' barley,
Didn't have too many friends but he did love his dog, Barney.

Most saw through him , others looked down at him;
It never was his criteria; all he wanted was that rainbow full to the brim.
An orchestra played within, the wind the strings the entire gamut.
He danced and he hummed and he swayed to the gentle beats of the still night.

The veins throb for attention, the pupils dilate for love,
Important they were not; for Jack was a simple child and a simpler soul.
Fishing came, lunches went; watching puddles while cycle rides passed by.
Jack loved his life and all the little things that made it fly.

Along came a day when lepers took to their holes and fishes to the bait;
Oblivious was he, for he had a rhyme; a rhyme of great splendour and taste.
Dreaming of an unknown beginning and fearing the knowing end..
He took a left when he should have maybe taken a right only to come across a bend.

Here he found ecstacy that showed him what color was all about,
but as is so often the case, the good withers away and the great dies in an instant.
Here he was on his bed; a bone without a dog, a thorn without a rose...
Happy endings they say are interims to unfinished stories....

P.S. I'm glad Lil Jackie found what he had to find even if it brought despair to some extent later on, I just hope we all do as well before we sip nectar atop little marshmallow puffs.... :)

Also, I'm sorry if this dragged on... couldn't help it... :P