White Canvas

The ending was never the same,
yet each time the pair wound up in her hold like the last
Unpainted canvas with previously held ill fame
each time more worn, used and abused than the past
From when feet were the size of thumbs,
each couple bigger, more bleached and wanted
just to be enveloped in colour, dust and crumbs
A walking mess, dirt and chaos feared and daunted
Adieu to the laces that kept her safe and secure,
Sayonara to companions there when she smiled and frowned,
Au revoir to every adventure, every land and tour
As clouds flew, when water floods came and drowned,
just to be followed by rays and the drying glow of sun
No more wear could be scavenged out,
yet she insisted on more venture, grime and fun
Support in her soles keen to follow their audacious scout
They’d follow her too far, often incapable of finishing the fight
Heavy heartedly, she’d send for new recruits with might
Ready to retrace her trails, more matured and with fresh sight