Holding on

The sky is blue and the mood is mellow, 

The idiot box beckons to view the King who is yellow, 

Once a colossus amidst giants, 

Now a pale shadow that faints, 

At the mere sight of feeble mortals, 

Killing hope and closing old portals,

Of courage that manifested in the darkest of times,

And strength that doubled after indemnified crimes,

As vain pride and anticipation give way, 

To despair and reconciliation that is here to stay,

The mind is made up but it taunts, 

The heart wants what the heart wants,

To restore the order and former glory,

Because this obsession with yellow is an eternal love story,

That will stand the test of good and bad times,

Do you hear that whistle that mellifluously chimes?